Patricia Cornwell – Scarpetta11 – The Last Precinct

and one of them decides to hang halfway out his window and

has the misfortune of encountering a tree?”

“Bogging,” I dully reply as I take in what he is saying. “Face caved in from severe impact, such as you might find in plane crashes or in cases where people have jumped or fallen from high places and hit face first. Two years ago?” My thoughts spin. “How can that be?”

“I won’t go into all the gory detail.” He is flipping more pages in his notebook. “But there were bite marks, including on the hands and feet, and a lot of strange, long pale hairs ad­hering to blood that at first were presumed to be animal hairs. Maybe a long-haired Angora cat or something.” He looks up at me. “You’re getting the drift.”

All along we have assumed Chandonne’s trip to Richmond was his first to the United States. We have no logical reason for this assumption beyond our painting him as a Quasimodo of sorts who spent his life hidden in the basement of his pow­erful family’s Paris home. We also assumed he sailed to Rich­mond from Antwerp at the same time his brother’s dead body was headed our way. Are we wrong about that, too? I toss this out to Righter.

“You know what Interpol conjectured, at any rate,” he comments.

“That he was aboard the Sirius under an alias,” I recall, “a man named Pascal who was immediately taken to the airport when the ship came to port here in Richmond in early Decem­ber. Supposedly a family emergency required him to fly back to Europe.” I repeat information Jay Talley presented while I was in Lyon at Interpol last week. “But no one ever actually saw him board the plane, so it’s been assumed Pascal was re­ally Chandonne and he never flew anywhere but stayed here and started killing. But if this guy readily travels in and out of the U.S., no telling how long he’s been in the States or when he got here or anything. So much for theories.”

“Well, I suppose a lot of them may end up revised before it’s all over. No disrespect to Interpol or anyone else in­tended.” Righter recrosses his legs and seems strangely pleased.

“Has he been located? This Pascal person?”

Righter doesn’t know, but he speculates that whoever the real Pascal isassuming he existshe is probably just one more rotten apple involved with the Chandonne family’s criminal cartel. “Another guy with an alias, possibly even an associate of the dead guy in the cargo container,” Righter speculates. “The brother, I guess. Thomas Chandonne, who we certainly know was involved in the family business.”

“I’m assuming Berger heard the news about Chandonne’s being caught, heard about his murders and called us,” I say.

“Recognized the MO, that’s right. Says the case of Susan Pless has always haunted her. Berger’s in a hellfire hurry to compare DNA. Apparently got seminal fluid and they’ve got a profile on it, have had it for two years now.”

“So the seminal fluid in Susan’s case was analyzed.” I ponder this, somewhat surprised because typically over­worked, financially stressed labs do not analyze DNA evi­dence until there is a suspect for comparisonespecially if there isn’t an extensive databank to run the profile through in hopes of a cold hit. In 1997, New York’s databank wasn’t even in existence yet. “Does this mean they had a suspect originally?” I ask.

“I think they had one guy in mind who didn’t pan out,” Righter replies. “All I know is they did get a profile and we’re getting Chandonne’s DNA up there to the M.E.’s office imme­diatelyin fact, the sample’s on its way, even as we speak. To state the obvious, we’ve got to know if it’s a match before Chandonne’s arraigned here in Richmond. Got to cut that off at the pass, and the good news is we’re given the gift of at least a few extra days because of his medical condition, be­cause of the chemical burns to his eyes.” He says this as if I had nothing to do with it. “Kind of like the golden hour you always talk about, that brief period of time you’ve got to save someone who’s been in an awful accident or whatever. This is our golden hour. We’ll get the DNA compared and see if Chandonne is in fact the person who killed the woman in New York two years ago.”

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