“Hydra-Shok doesn’t do that,” my deputy chief said.
. “No, it does not. This is some kind of special highperformance ammo.”
“Maybe Starfire or Golden Sabre?”
“Like that, yes,” I answered, and I had never seen this ammunition in the morgue. “But I’m thinking Black Talon because the cartridge case recovered isn’t PMC or Remington. It’s Winchester. And Winchester made Black Talon until it was taken off the market.”
“Winchester makes Silvertip. “This is definitely not Silvertip,” I replied. “You ever seen a Black Talon?”
“Only in magazines.”
“Black-coated, brass-jacketed with a notched hollow point that blossoms like this. See the points.” I showed him on the film. “Unbelievably destructive. It goes through you like a buzz saw. Great for law enforcement but a nightmare if in the wrong hands.”
“Jesus,” Fielding said, amazed. “It looks like a damn octopus.”
I pulled off latex gloves and replaced them with ones made of a tightly woven cloth, for ammunition like Black Talon was dangerous in the ER and the morgue. It was a bigger threat than a needle stick, and I did not know if Danny had hepatitis or AIDS. I did not want to cut myself on the jagged metal that had killed him so his assailant could end up taking two lives instead of one.
Fielding put on a pair of blue Nitrile gloves, which were sturdier than latex, but not good enough.
You can wear those for scribing,” I said. “But that’s
“That bad?”
“Yes,” I said, plugging in the autopsy saw. “You wear those and handle this and you’re going to get cut.”
“This doesn’t seem like a carjacking. This seems like someone who was very serious.”
“Believe me,” I raised my voice above the loud whine of the saw, “it doesn’t get any more serious than this.”
The story told by what lay beneath the scalp only got worse. The bullet had shattered the temporal, occipital, parietal and frontal bones of the skull. In fact, had it not lost its energy fragmenting the thick petrous ridge, the twisted claw would have exited, and we would have lost what was a very important piece of evidence. As for the brain, what the Black Talon had done to it was awful. The explosion of gas and shredding caused by copper and lead had plowed a terrible path through the miraculous matter that had made Danny who he was. I rinsed the bullet, then cleaned it thoroughly in a weak solution of Clorox, because body fluids can be infectious and are notorious for oxidizing metal evidence.
At almost noon, I double-bagged it in plastic envelopes and carried it upstairs to the firearms lab, where weapons of every sort were tagged and deposited on countertops, or wrapped in brown paper bags. There were knives to be examined for tool marks, submachine guns and even a sword. Henry Frost, who was new to Richmond but well known in his field, was staring into a computer screen.
“Has Marino been up here?” I asked him as I walked in.
Frost looked up, hazel eyes focusing, as if he had just arrived from some distant place where I had never been.
“About two hours ago.” He tapped several keys.
“Then he gave you the cartridge case.” I moved beside his chair.
“I’m working on it now,” he said. -The word is, this case is a number-one priority.”
Frost, I guessed, was about my age and had been divorced at least twice. He was attractive and athletic, with well-proportioned features and short black hair. According to the typical legends people always claimed about their peers, he ran marathons, was an expert in whitewater rafting, and could shoot a fly off an elephant at a hundred paces. What I did know from personal observation was that he loved his trade better than any woman, and there was nothing he would rather talk about than guns.
“You’ve entered the forty-five?” I asked him.
“We don’t know for a fact it’s connected to the crime, do we?” He glanced at me.
“No,” I said. “We don’t know for a fact.” I spotted a chair with wheels close by and pulled it over. “The cartridge case was found about ten feet from where we believe he was shot. In the woods. It’s clean. It looks new. And I’ve got this.” I dipped into a pocket of my lab coat and withdrew the envelope containing the Black Talon bullet.