I looked at the clock. Isolated in room four with its special ventilation, I hadn"t heard the autopsy techs depart. It was now six-fifteen.
"Indeed." G.o.d, this was strained. "How"s Charlie?"
"Bawdy as ever."
Charlie is a c.o.c.katiel whose early years were spent in a brothel. A Christmas gift from Ryan, we share joint custody of the bird.
"Birdie"s been asking about him." I wondered if Ryan was there to see me, or to talk about LaManche"s Lac des Deux Montagnes case. I didn"t wonder long.
"Had time to look at my floater?"
"Not yet." I kept the disappointment from my voice. "What"s the story?"
"Fisherman was trolling off L"ile-Bizard yesterday. Thought he"d snagged the big one, reeled in a body instead. Guy probably has his ba.s.s boat on eBay right now."
"I haven"t gotten to it yet."
"The vic is female. LaManche thought he spotted some unusual patterning around the neck, wasn"t sure because of the severe bloating and discoloration. No signs of gunshot on the body or the X-rays. No hyoid fracture. LaManche has requested a tox screen."
"Has Bergeron charted the teeth?" Marc Bergeron is the lab"s consulting odontologist.
Ryan nodded. "I entered her dental descriptors into CPIC, got zip. The odds may improve if you nail age and race."
"She"s next on the docket."
Ryan hesitated a beat. "We"re looking at some MP"s and DOA"s that may be connected."
"How many?"
"Three missing persons. Two bodies, both unknown."
"You"re thinking serial?"
"We"re considering the possibility."
"Time frame?"
"Ten years."
"Vic profile?"
"Female. Early to late teens."
I felt the usual anger and sadness. Fear? Could some predator be using Quebec as his killing field?
"You suspect the Lac des Deux Montagnes woman could be vic number six?"
"Maybe."
"First thing tomorrow?"
"Thanks."
Ryan started to leave, turned back at the door.
"How"s Pete?"
"Recovering nicely. Thanks for asking. Lily?"
"Good."
"Good." G.o.d. We were doing it again. "I"ll pick Charlie up," I said.
"No need. I"ll deliver him."
"You don"t have to do that."
"Serve and protect." Ryan snapped a salute. "I"ll give you a call."
"Thanks, Ryan."
After rewrapping the burned nonagenarian, and rolling his gurney into its bay, I cleaned up and headed home. Birdie met me at the door.
While changing to shorts I explained that Charlie would be joining us soon. Bird was thrilled. Or bored. With cats it"s hard to be sure.
Following dinner, Birdie and I watched a Sopranos Sopranos rerun, the one in which Adriana gets whacked. Throughout, I kept picking up the land phone. Checking for a dial tone. Tossing the thing back onto the couch. rerun, the one in which Adriana gets whacked. Throughout, I kept picking up the land phone. Checking for a dial tone. Tossing the thing back onto the couch.
Ryan didn"t phone. Nor did he appear at my condo that night.
Though Birdie and I were in bed by eleven, sleep didn"t come for a very long time. Thinking back on our exchange in autopsy room four, I realized what was bothering me. Ryan had scarcely smiled or joked. It wasn"t like him.
Don"t act like an insecure adolescent, I told myself. Ryan"s busy. Concerned about his daughter. About a serial killer. About ear wax buildup. About the mustard spot on his tie.
I didn"t buy it.
6.
I USE A HOME-RIGGED SYSTEM FOR CLEANING CADAVERS USE A HOME-RIGGED SYSTEM FOR CLEANING CADAVERS. ORIGINALLY designed for inst.i.tutional cooking, the apparatus consists of water intake and discharge pipes, grease filtration gear, a compartmentalized boiling tank, and submersion baskets, the kind used to deep-fry potatoes or fish. designed for inst.i.tutional cooking, the apparatus consists of water intake and discharge pipes, grease filtration gear, a compartmentalized boiling tank, and submersion baskets, the kind used to deep-fry potatoes or fish.
In the square baskets I simmer small body parts-dissected jaws, hands, feet, maybe a skull. In the large, rectangular ones I reduce the big stuff-long bones, rib cages, pelves-once defleshing has been done by morgue technicians. Heat water to just below boiling, add enzyme detergent to minimize grease, stir. The recipe"s a hit every time.
Unless the bones are too fragile, of course. Then it"s hand laundry all the way.
That morning the "cooker" was full to capacity. The Lac des Deux Montagnes corpse. Parts of Santangelo"s charred bed smoker. Genevieve Doucet.
Putrid, sodden flesh means quicker turn-around time. And Ryan"s floater had gone in first. Denis was removing those bones when I arrived following the morning staff meeting.
First, I opened the brown envelopes containing the Lac des Deux Montagnes scene and autopsy photos. One by one I worked from recovery through autopsy completion.
It was obvious why LaManche needed help. When dragged from the river, the body looked like a marionette wrapped in moss-colored Spam. No hair. No features. Large areas of flesh devoured by crabs and fish. I noted that the woman wore only one red sock.
I began constructing the requested portions of the biological profile. It took all morning. Though I"d left word to call the minute anything arrived from Rimouski, no one phoned or popped into my lab.
That no one included Ryan.
At lunch, I told LaManche what I was finding out about the Lac des Deux Montagnes woman. He told me that Theodore Doucet had undergone the first in his series of psychiatric interviews.
According to the doctor, Doucet was oblivious to the deaths of his wife and daughter. Delusional, he believed Dorothee and Genevieve had gone to church and would be home shortly to prepare supper. Doucet was being held at the Inst.i.tut Philippe-Pinel, Montreal"s main legal psychiatric hospital.
Back in my lab, I found the fire victim"s pelvis and upper arm and leg bones spread out on a counter. Gloving, I transferred the remains to a second worktable and began my exam.
Though severely damaged, sufficient structure remained to confirm the gender as male. The pubic symphysis, coupled with advanced arthritis, suggested a skeletal age consistent with ninety-three.
Age and s.e.x consistent. Orthopedic implant serial number a match. Known resident at the address. Known bed smoker. Good enough for me. Now it was up to the coroner. By three I"d completed my report and delivered it to the secretarial office for typing.
It isn"t protocol to notify me of a skeleton"s arrival. Normally, a case goes to one of the lab"s five pathologists, and via him or her, to me. But I"d asked for a heads-up on the bones Bradette was sending from Rimouski. On the chance they"d forgotten, I checked with morgue intake.
Nothing.
Genevieve Doucet"s were the third set of remains that had simmered overnight. Using long-handled tongs, I fished out her skull, pelvis, and several long bones, then spent an hour teasing off flesh. The stuff was resilient as gator hide, so I accomplished very little.
I was lowering Genevieve"s basket back into its compartment when my lab door opened. I turned.
Of course. Ryan has a knack for showing up when I"m looking bad. I waited for a crack about steam-lank hair and eau de poached flesh. He made none.
"Sorry I didn"t bring Charlie last night."
"No problem." I settled the stainless steel cover over the well and checked the temperature gage.
"Lily," Ryan sort of explained.
"Nothing serious, I hope." Backhanding hair from my face with a lab coat sleeve.
"I"ll come by tonight." Ryan jabbed a thumb at the skeleton laid out behind me. "That my floater?"
"Yes." I stepped to the table, holding wet, greasy gloves away from my body. "She"s young. Fifteen to eighteen. Mixed racial background."
"Tell me about that."
"Except for the front teeth, I"d have said she was white. Nasal opening is narrow and spiked at the bottom, nasal bridge is high, cheekbones aren"t especially flaring. But all eight incisors are shoveled."
"Meaning?"
"There"s a high probability she"s part Asian or Native American."
"First Nations?"
"Or j.a.panese, Chinese, Korean. You know, Asian?"
Ryan ignored the dig. "Show me."
I rotated the woman"s skull so her upper dent.i.tion was visible. "Each of the four flat teeth in front has a raised border around its outer perimeter on the tongue surface." Picking up the jaw, I indicated a similar raised ridge. "Same with the lowers."
I set down the jaw.
"I took cranial measurements and ran them through Fordisc 3.0. Metrically she falls in the overlap region for Caucasoid and Mongoloid."
"White and Indian."
"Or Asian." A teacher correcting a dull pupil. "Any interest in age indicators?"
"Hit me with the high points."
I indicated a roughened area on the base of the skull. "The basilar suture is fused."
"The wisdom teeth aren"t fully out," Ryan observed.
"Correct. The third molars have emerged but aren"t yet in alignment with the tooth row."
Moving farther down the table, I ran my finger over an irregular line curving below the upper edge of the right pelvic blade. "The iliac crests are partially fused." I picked up a collarbone and pointed to a similar irregularity on the throat end. "Same for the medial clavicular epiphyses." I waved my hand over the arm and leg bones. "Growth caps on the long bones are in various states of fusion."
"Anything else?"
"She stood about five foot three."
"That"s it?"
I nodded. "No abnormalities or anomalies. No new or healed fractures."
"LaManche thought the hyoid was intact."
Ryan referred to a tiny U-shaped throat bone often damaged during manual strangulation.
I gathered a small ovoid disc and two slender spurs in the palm of one glove. "At her age the hyoid wings and body aren"t yet ossified. That means there"s elasticity, so the bone can undergo considerable compression without breaking."
"So she could still have been strangled."
"Strangled, smothered, poisoned, gut-stabbed. I can only tell you what the bones tell me." I replaced the hyoid.
"Which is?"
"She wasn"t shot or bludgeoned. I found no bullet entrance or exit wounds, no fractures, no cuts or slash marks anywhere on the skeleton."