near Chanâs body just now?â
âNo. That would be too obvious. Besides, Iâve handled it too much. Itâs contaminated.â
âGuess that means I wonât be keeping it.â
âYouâre damn right thatâs what it means.â
âAll right, all right, just checking.â
We headed back into the Village. I had been cold before, but now I was sweating. There were no police, and Waverly was deserted. Dox pulled up in front of the Dumpster. I climbed inside and managed to hold Wong up against the side long enough for Dox to reach down from above and take hold of one of his wrists. We hauled him out, laid him down in the backseat of the pickup, and drove off.
âWhat are you carrying these days?â I asked him.
âYou mean knife-wise?â
âYeah.â
âShoot, partner, you know Iâve got more blades than a combine. Iâve still got that Fred Perrin La Griffe we acquired in Bangkok, andâ¦â
âI mean whatâs your primary. Right now.â
âRight this very second that would be an Emerson CQC-12 Comrade. Hell of a knife. You could cut through a car door with it if you needed to. Here.â
He reached down, eased the blade out of his pocket, and handed it to me. I opened it. Yeah, this would do. And then some.
Bodies that have been thrown into water resurface because gases produced by putrefying bacteria can turn the digestive tract and other areas into balloons. If you donât want the body to float, you have to puncture the balloons so they canât fill. The problem is, itâs not just the stomach youâre worried about. The phenomenon can occur in the limbs, trunk, face, and other areas, too. Preventing it entirely is therefore a grisly task.
We found a suitably dark stretch along the Hudson River piers south of the Holland Tunnel. Dox pulled off the West Side Highway, cut the lights, and pulled in behind an empty playground. The river was right next to us.
We dragged Wong out and dumped him on the ground. Dox started to lift him.
âNo,â I said. âIâll take care of it. You drive out of here and swing past every five to ten minutes. When Iâm done Iâll be waiting.â
âCome on, man, let me give you a hand. Itâll go quicker.â
âI donât want the car here. Itâll draw attention. Besides, Iâve put you at enough risk as it is. Iâll be fine. Just go.â
âAll right. Iâll be back in five, and five after that.â
I nodded. Dox drove off. I hauled Wong into a firemanâs carry and lugged him to the end of the pier, my breath fogging in the chill air. The body felt heavy as hell and I realized how tired I was.
I set him down as close as possible to the edge, took out Doxâs knife, and started doing what was necessary. There were going to be some stains on the planks when I was done, no doubt. But dead bodies, lacking a beating heart, bleed a lot less than live ones. Besides, it looked like the city was in for another spell of rain. That would clean things up. And who was going to pay any attention to a dark spot on a Hudson River dock anyway?
I worked. I tried to concentrate on the task at hand, but my mind kept offering up images from Midoriâs apartment. My son in my arms. Midoriâs expression as she handed him to me. I looked down at what I was doing and the contrast made me feel sick. The hope and wondrous sense of possibility Iâd felt just hours earlier were receding with each stab of the knife.
Just finish this. Just get through.
The whole thing couldnât have taken longer than a minute, but it seemed like more. When I was done, I pocketed the knife and paused, kneeling, to catch my breath. I leaned my head back and breathed the cold air and tried not to think at all.
I heard a car coming south on the access road paralleling the highway. I looked over and saw the outline of police flashers eighty yards away. A
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