They put Benny’s worldly belongings in trash bags, which we carried out with their owner. I followed with my flashlight, the vast darkness a silent void that seemed to have eyes. Frequently, I turned back and saw nothing but a light I thought was a train, until it suddenly moved sideways. Then it became a flashlight illuminating a concrete arch Temple Gault was passing through. He was a sharp silhouette in a long dark coat, his face a white flash. I grabbed the commander’s sleeve and screamed.

8

Kay Scarpetta 6 - From Potter’s Field

8

More than thirty police officers searched the Bowery and its subways throughout the overcast night. No one knew how Gault had gotten into the tunnels, unless he never left after murdering Jim Davila. We were clueless as to how he had gotten out after I spotted him, but he had.

The next morning, Wesley headed for La Guardia while Marino and I returned to the morgue. I did not encounter Dr. Jonas from the night before, nor was Dr. Horowitz in, but I was told Commander Penn was here with one of her detectives and we would find them in the X-ray room.

Marino and I slipped in with the silence of a couple arriving late for a movie, then we lost each other in the dark. I suspected he found a wall, since he had trouble with his balance in situations like this. It was easy to get almost mesmerized and begin to sway. I moved close to the steel table, where dark shapes surrounded Davila’s body, a finger of light exploring his ruined head.

‘I would like one of the casts for comparison,’ someone was saying.

‘We’ve got photos of the shoe prints. I’ve got some here.’ I recognized Commander Penn’s voice.

‘That would be good.’

‘The labs have the casts.’

‘Yours?’

‘No, not ours,’ said Commander Penn. ‘NYPD’s.’

‘This area of abrasion and patterned contusion right here is from the heel.’ The light stopped below the left ear. ‘The wavy lines are fairly clear and I see no trace embedded in the abrasion. There’s also this pattern right here. I can’t make it out. This contusion, uh, sort of a blotch with a little tail. I don’t know what that is.’

‘We can try image enhancement.’

‘Right, right.’

‘What about his ear itself? Any pattern?’

‘It’s hard to tell, but it’s split versus cut. The jagged edges are nonabraded and connected by tissue bridges. And I would say based on this curved laceration right down here’ - the latex-sheathed finger pointed - ‘the heel smashed the ear.’

‘That’s why it’s split.’

‘A single blow delivered with great force.’

‘Enough to kill him?’

‘Maybe. We’ll see. My guess is he’s going to have fractures of the left temporal parietal skull and a big epidural hemorrhage.’

‘That’s what I bet.’