BLACK NOTICE. PATRICIA CORNWELL

“Well, a shitload of good that does,” Marino said.

In addition, there was a DNA report with a note from Jamie Kuhn. He had used short tandem repeats, or STR, and already had results.

“. . . found a profile . . . very similar with very slight differences,” I scanned out loud without much heart for it. “. . . consistent with the depositor of the biological sample . . . close relative. . .”

I looked up at Marino.

“So, long story short, the unidentified man’s and the killer’s DNA are consistent with these two individuals being related to each other. Period.”

“Consistent,” Marino said in disgust. “I hate all this scientific consistent shit! The two assholes are brothers”

I had no doubt of that.

“We need blood samples from the parents to prove it,” I said.

“Let’s just call ’em up and see if we can drop by,” Marino cynically replied. “The lovely Chandonne sons. Hooray.”

I threw the report on top of my desk.

“Hooray is right,” I said.

“Who gives a shit.”

“I sure would like to know what tool he used,” I said.

“I’ve spent all afternoon calling these big hoity-toity mansions on the river.” Marino had changed his lane of thought. “The good news is everyone seems to be present and accounted for. The bad news is we still got no idea where he’s hanging put. And it’s twenty-five degrees out there. No way he’s just walking around or sleeping under a tree.

“What about hotels?”

“Nobody hairy with a French accent or ugly teeth. Nobody even close. And no-tell motels ain’t too chatty with cops.”

He was walking along the hallway with me, and he seemed in no hurry to leave, as if he had something else on his mind.

“What’s wrong?” I asked. “Besides everything?”

“Lucy was supposed to be in D.C. yesterday, Doe, to go before the review board. They’ve flown in four Waco guys to counsel her, the whole nine yards. And she insists on staying here until Jo’s okay.”

We walked out into the parking lot.

“Everybody understands that,” he went on as my anxieties grew. “But that ain’t the way it works when the director of ATF is rolling up his sleeves in this and she’s a no-show.”

“Marino, I’m sure she’s let them know what’s . . .” I started to defend her.

“Oh yeah. She’s been on the phone and promised she’ll be there in a few days.”

“They can’t wait a few days for her to get there?” I asked as I unlocked my car.

“The whole fuckup down there was videotaped;” he said as I slid into a cold leather seat. “And they’ve been going through it over and over again.”

I started the engine as the night suddenly seemed darker and colder and emptier.

“There’s a lot of questions.” He dug his hands in the pocket of his coat.

“About whether the shooting was justified? Isn’t saving Jo’s life, her own life, justification enough?”

“I think it’s her attitude, mainly, Doc. She’s so, well, you know. So ready to charge in and fight all the time. It comes across in everything she does, which is why she’s so damn good. But it can also be one hell of a problem if it gets out of hand.”

“You want to get inside the car so you don’t freeze?”

“I’m going to follow You home, then I got things to do. Lucy’s going to be there, right?”

“Yes”

Otherwise I ain’t leaving you alone, not with that asshole still on the loose out there.”

“What do I do about her?” I quietly asked.

I no longer knew. I felt my niece was beyond my reach. Sometimes I wasn’t even sure she loved me anymore.

“This is all about Benton, you know,” Marino said. “Sure, she’s pissed at life in general and goes off on a regular basis. Maybe you should show her his autopsy report, make her face it, get it the hell out of her system before she does herself in.”

“I will never do that;” I said as old pain rushed back, but not as intensely.

“Jesus, it’s cold. And getting closer to a full moon, which is exactly what I don’t want to see right now.”