Postmortem. Patricia Cornwell

My cigarettes were a hard lump in my pocket and I was tempted to find a ladies’ room and light up.

At four-thirty her telephone buzzed. Hanging up-that cheery, vacant smile again-she announced, “You may go in, Mrs. Scarpetta.”

Defrocked and decidedly out of sorts, “Mrs.” Scarpetta took her at her word.

The commissioner’s door opened with a soft click of its rotating brass knob and instantly on their feet were three men-only one of whom I was expecting to see. With Amburgey were Norman Tanner and Bill Boltz, and when it came Boltz’s turn to offer his hand, I looked him straight in the eye until he glanced away uncomfortably.

I was hurt and a little angry. Why hadn’t he told me he was going to be here? Why hadn’t I heard a word from him since our paths had crossed briefly at Lori Petersen’s home? Amburgey granted me a nod that seemed more a dismissal, and added “Appreciate your coming” with the enthusiasm of a bored traffic court judge.

He was a shifty-eyed little man whose last post had been in Sacramento, where he picked up enough West Coast ways to disguise his North Carolina origins; he was the son of a farmer, and not proud of the fact. He had a penchant for string ties with silver slides, which he wore almost religiously with a pin-striped suit, and on his right ring finger was a hunk of silver set with turquoise. His eyes were hazy gray, like ice, the bones of his skull sharply pronounced through his thin skin. He was almost bald.

An ivory wing chair had been pulled out from the wall and seemed to be there for me. Leather creaked, and Amburgey stationed himself behind his desk, which I had heard of but never seen. It was a huge, ornately carved masterpiece of rosewood, very old and very Chinese.

Behind his head was an expansive window affording him a vista of the city, the James River a glinting ribbon in the distance and Southside a patchwork. With a loud snap he opened a black ostrich-skin briefcase before him and produced a yellow legal pad filled with his tight, snarled scrawl. He had outlined what he was going to say. He never did anything without his cue cards.

“I’m sure you’re aware of the public distress over these recent stranglings,” he said to me.

“I’m very aware of it.”

“Bill, Norm and I had an emergency summit meeting, so to speak, yesterday afternoon. This was apropos of several things, not the least of which was what was in the Saturday evening and Sunday morning papers, Dr. Scarpetta. As you may know, because of this fourth tragic death, the murder of the young surgeon, the news has gone out over the wire.”

I didn’t know. But I wasn’t surprised.

“No doubt you’ve been getting inquiries,” Amburgey blandly went on. “We’ve got to nip this in the bud or we’re going to have sheer pandemonium on our hands. That’s one of the things the three of us have been discussing.”

“If you can nip the murders in the bud,” I said just as blandly, “you’ll deserve a Nobel Prize.”

“Naturally, that’s our top priority,” said Boltz, who had unbuttoned his dark suit jacket and was leaning back in his chair. “We’ve got the cops working overtime on them, Kay. But we’re all in agreement there’s one thing we must control for the time being-these leaks to the press. The news stories are scaring the hell out of the public and letting the killer know everything we’re up to.”

“I couldn’t agree more.”

My defenses were going up like a drawbridge, and I instantly regretted what I said next: “You can rest assured I have issued no statements from my office other than the obligatory information of cause and manner.”

I’d answered a charge not yet made, and my legal instincts were bridling at my foolishness. If I were here to be accused of indiscretion, I should have forced them-forced Amburgey, anyway-to introduce such an outrageous subject. Instead, I’d sent up the flare I was. on the run and it gave them justification to pursue.

“Well, now,” Amburgey commented, his pale, unfriendly eyes resting briefly on me, “you’ve just laid something on the table I think we need to examine closely.”

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