Forcing her to disrobe was a reminder of the unlimited depths of his cruelty and his insatiable appetite for games. Her nudity had not been necessary. She had not needed it telegraphed to her that she was going to die alone at Christmas with no one knowing her name. Gault could have just shot her and been done with it. He could have pulled out his Glock and caught her unaware. The bastard.
‘Mr. and Mrs. Li?’ A white-haired woman appeared before the Asian couple.
‘Yes.’
I’ll take you in now if you’re ready.’
‘Yes, yes,’ said the man as his wife began to cry.
They were led in the direction of the viewing room, where the body of someone they loved would be carried up from the morgue by a special elevator.
Many people could not accept death unless they saw or touched it first, and despite the many viewings I had arranged and witnessed over the years, I really could not imagine going through such a ritual. I did not think I could bear that last fleeting glance through glass. Feeling the beginning of a headache, I closed my eyes and began massaging my temples. I sat like this for a long time until I sensed a presence.
‘Dr. Scarpetta?’ Dr. Horowitz’s secretary was standing over me, her face concerned. ‘Are you all right?’
‘Emily,’ I said, surprised. ‘Yes, I’m fine, but I certainly wasn’t expecting to see you here today.’ I got up.
‘Would you like some Tylenol?’
‘You’re very kind, but I’m fine,’ I said.
‘I wasn’t expecting to see you here today, either. But things aren’t exactly normal right now. I’m surprised you managed to get in without being accosted by reporters.’
‘I didn’t see any reporters,’ I said.
‘They were everywhere last night. I assume you saw the morning Times?’
‘I’m afraid I haven’t had a chance,’ I said uncomfortably. I wondered if Wesley was still in bed.
‘Things are a mess,’ said Emily, a young woman with long, dark hair who was always so demure and plainly dressed that she seemed to have stepped forth from another age. ‘Even the mayor’s called. This is not the sort of publicity the city wants or needs. I still can’t believe a reporter just happened to find the body.’
I glanced sharply at her as we walked. ‘A reporter?’
‘Well, he’s really a copy editor or some such with the Times – one of these nutcakes who jogs no matter the weather. So he happens to be out in the park yesterday morning and takes a turn through Cherry Hill. It was very cold and snowy and deserted. He nears the fountain and there the poor woman is. Needless to say, the description in the morning paper is very detailed and people are frightened out of their wits.’
We passed through several doorways, then she poked her head inside the chief’s office to gently announce us so we would not startle him. Dr. Horowitz was getting on in years and was getting hard of hearing. His office was scented with the light perfume of many flowering plants, for he loved orchids, African violets and gardenias, and they thrived in his care.
‘Good morning, Kay.’ He got up from his desk. ‘Did you bring someone with you?’
‘Captain Marino is supposed to meet us.’
‘Emily will make certain he is shown the way. Unless you’d rather wait.’
I knew Horowitz did not want to wait. There was not time. He commanded the largest medical examiner’s office in the country, where eight thousand people a year – the population of a small city -were autopsied on his steel tables. A fourth of the victims were homicides, and many would never have a name. New York had such a problem with identifying their dead that the NYPD’s detective division had a missing persons unit in Horowitz’s building.
The chief picked up the phone and spoke to someone he did not name.
‘Dr. Scarpetta’s here. We’re on our way down,’ he said.
I’ll make sure I find Captain Marino,’ Emily said. ‘Seems like I know his name.’
‘We’ve worked together for many years,’ I told her. ‘And he’s been assisting the FBI’s Investigative Support Unit at Quantico for as long as it has existed.’