Kay Scarpetta Series
Volume 7
CAUSE of DEATH
Patricia Cornwell
Kay Scarpetta Series
Volume 7
CAUSE of DEATH
Patricia Cornwell
Synopsis:
It is New Year’s Eve, the last day of Virginia’s bloodiest year since the civil war. Dr.
Kay Scarpetta plunges into the murky depths of a ship graveyard to recover the very human remains of Ted Eddings, an investigative reporter. What kind of story was Eddings chasing below the icy surface of the Elizabeth River? And why did Scarpetta receive a phone call from someone reporting the death before the police were notified?
She soon discovers that Eddings’ murder is merely the first layer of something much deeper — a labyrinthine conspiracy that will put all of her criminal and forensic knowledge to the test like never before. For Scarpetta, the real challenge won’t be cataloging the growing number of dead bodies, but preventing herself and those she loves from becoming the next victims.
And he said unto them the third time,
Why, what evil hath he done?
I have found no cause of death in him.
LUKE 2 : 2 2
Chapter One
On the last morning of Virginia’s bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea. I was in my robe in lamplight, reviewing my office’s annual statistics for car crashes, hangings, beatings, shootings, stabbings, when the telephone rudely rang at five-fifteen.
“Damn,” I muttered, for I was beginning to feel less charitable about answering Dr.
Philip Mant’s phone. “All right, all right.”
His weathered cottage was tucked behind a dune in a stark coastal Virginia subdivision called Sandbridge, between the U.S. Naval Amphibious Base and Back Bay National Wildlife Refuge. Mant was my deputy chief medical examiner for the Tidewater District, and sadly, his mother had died last week on Christmas Eve. Under ordinary circumstances, his returning to London to get family affairs in order would not have constituted an emergency for the Virginia medical examiner system. But his assistant forensic pathologist was already out on maternity leave, and recently, the morgue supervisor had quit.
“Mant residence,” I answered as wind tore the dark shapes of pines beyond windowpanes.
“This is Officer Young with the Chesapeake police,” said someone who sounded like a white male born and bred in the South. “I’m trying to reach Dr. Mant.”
“He is out of the country,” I answered. “How may I help you?”
“Are you Mrs. Mant?”
“I’m Dr. Kay Scarpetta, the chief medical examiner. I’m covering for Dr. Mant.”
The voice hesitated, and went on, “We got a tip about a death. An anonymous call.”
“Do you know where this death supposedly took place?” I was making notes.
“Supposedly the Inactive Naval Ship Yard.”
“Excuse me?” I looked up.
He repeated what he had said.
“What are we talking about, a Navy SEAL?” I was baffled, for it was my understanding that SEALs on maneuvers were the only divers permitted around old ships moored at the Inactive Yard.
“We don’t know who it is but he might have been looking for Civil War relics.”
“After dark?”
“Ma’am, the area’s off-limits unless you have clearance.
But that hasn’t stopped people from being curious before.
They sneak their boats in and always it’s after dark.”
“This scenario is what the anonymous caller suggested?”
“Pretty much.”
“That’s rather interesting.”
“I thought so.”
“And the body hasn’t been located yet,” I said as I continued to wonder why this officer had taken it upon himself to call a medical examiner at such an early hour when it was not known for a fact that there was a body or even someone missing.
“We’re out looking now, and the Navy’s sending in a few divers, so we’ll get the situation handled if it pans out.
But I just wanted you to have a heads up. And be sure you give Dr. Mant my condolences.”
“Your condolences?” I puzzled, for if he had known about Mant’s circumstances, why did he call here asking for him?
“I heard his mother passed on.”
I rested the tip of the pen on the sheet of paper. “Would you tell me your full name and how you can be reached, please?”