Any chance of it being hot?…

And what the hell was so bad about the scene? How had the poor woman died? And what had happened to her before… or after?

She guessed it was a sado-sexual killing.

Sellitto said to Marko, “What’s the story, Officer?”

He looked back and forth from the older detective to Sachs as he gave the story. “I’m assigned to crime scene in Queens, HQ, sir. I had some advanced training at the academy this morning so I was heading there, when I heard the call.”

The NYPD academy on Twentieth Street at Second Avenue.

“Dispatch said any available. I was two blocks away so I responded. I had gear with me and I suited up before I went in.” Marko, too, was dressed in a Tyvek crime scene outfit, minus the head covering.

“Good thinking.”

“I wouldn’t have waited but the dispatch said the report was a body, not an injured victim.”

Crime scenes were always a compromise. Contamination with outside trace and obliterating important evidence could hamper or even ruin an investigation but first responders’ priority is saving lives or collaring perps who were still present. Marko had acted right.

“I looked at the scene fast then called in.”

Two other crime scene people from the Queens headquarters had just arrived in the RRV—rapid response vehicle—containing evidence collection gear. The man and woman climbed out, she Asian, he Latino. He opened the back and they, too, got their gear. “Hey, Marko,” he called, “how’d you beat us? Take a chopper over here?”

The young officer gave a faint smile. But it was clear he was still troubled, presumably by what he’d seen inside.

Sellitto asked Marko, “You know any of the players yet?”

“Just, her boyfriend called it in. That’s all I know.”

The older detective said, “I’ll talk to him and get a canvass team going. You handle the scene, Amelia. We’ll rendezvous back at Lincoln’s.”

“Sure.”

“Detective Rhyme’s going to be on the case?” Marko asked.

Rhyme was decommissioned—he’d been a detective captain—but in policing, like the military, titles tended to stick.

“Yeah,” Sellitto muttered. “We’re running it out of there.” Rhyme’s townhouse was often the informal command post for cases that Sellitto drew or picked.

Marko said, “I missed my class already. At the academy. Any chance I could stay and help out?”

Apparently the horror of the scene wasn’t going to deter him.

Sellitto said, “Detective Sachs’s lead crime scene. Up to her.”

One of the biggest problems in law enforcement was getting enough people to help in an investigation. And you could never have enough crime scene searchers. She said, “Sure, appreciate it.” She nodded toward the entrance to the parking garage beneath the building. “I’ll take the ramp and the scene itself. You and those other teams handle the—”

Marko interrupted. “Secondary and tertiary scenes. Entrance and egress points. I took Detective Rhyme’s course.”

He said this proudly.

“Good. Now tell me exactly where the vic is.”