Chapters (55)
- Cover
- Copyright
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- One Week Later
- About the Author
- Also by Patricia Cornwell
- About the Publisher
“No eating, drinking, smoking or borrowing the bathrooms.” I direct this at Hyde, and I’m giving him an order. “No dropping cigarette butts or gum wrappers or tossing fast-food bags, coffee cups, anything at all into the trash. Don’t assume this isn’t a crime scene.”
“But you don’t really think it is.”
“I’m working it like one and so should you,” I answer. “Because I won’t know what really happened here until I have more information. There was a lot of tissue response, a lot of bleeding, several liters I estimate. Her scalp is boggy. There may be more than one fracture. She has postmortem changes that I wouldn’t expect. I will tell you that much but I won’t know for a fact what we’ve got here until I get her to my office. And the air-conditioning turned off during a heat wave in August? I definitely don’t like that. Let’s not be so quick to blame her death on marijuana. You know what they say.”
“About what?” The trooper looks perplexed and worried, and he and the others have backed up several more steps.
“Better to be around potheads than drunks. Booze gives you dangerous impulses like climbing ladders or driving a car or getting into fights. Weed isn’t quite so motivating. It isn’t generally known for causing aggression or risk taking. Usually it’s quite the opposite.”
“It depends on the person and what they’re smoking, right? And maybe what other meds they’re on?”
“In general that’s true.”
“So let me ask you this. Would you expect someone who fell off a ladder to bleed this much?”
“It depends on what the injuries are,” I reply.
“So if they’re worse than you think and she’s negative for drugs and alcohol, that might be a big problem is what you’re saying.”
“Whatever happened is already a big problem you ask me.” It’s the trooper again between coughs.
“Certainly it was for her. When’s the last time you had a tetanus shot?” I ask him.
“Why?”
“Because a DTaP vaccination protects against tetanus but also pertussis. And I’m concerned you might have whooping cough.”
“I thought only kids got that.”
“Not true. How did your symptoms start?”
“Just a cold. Runny nose, sneezing about two weeks ago. Then this cough. I get fits and can hardly breathe. I don’t remember the last time I had a tetanus shot to be honest.”
“You need to see your doctor. I’d hate for you to get pneumonia or collapse a lung,” I say to the trooper.
Then he and the other officers finally leave me alone.
Chapter 4
CHAPTER 4