‘A police code.’ Her voice was tight with fury. ‘Ten-dash- seven.’

Ten-dash- seven meant End of tour.

‘Fuck,’ Maier said.

Marino took an involuntary step, as if he were about to engage in a foot pursuit. But there was no one to chase that he could see.

‘Gault,’ he said, incredulous. He raised his voice. ‘The son of a bitch must’ve got his pager number after he blew his brains all over the subway. You understand what that means?’ He glared at us. ‘It means he’s watching us! He knows we’re here doing this.’

Maier looked around.

‘We don’t know who sent the message,’ said the doctor, who was completely disconcerted.

But I knew. I had no doubt.

‘Even if Gault did it, he didn’t have to see what was going on this morning to know what’s going on,’ Maier said. ‘He would know the body was here, that we would be here.’

Gault would know that I would be here, I thought. He wouldn’t have necessarily known the others would.

‘He’s somewhere where he just used a phone.’ Marino glanced wildly around. He could not stand still.

Commander Penn ordered Maier, ‘Put it on the air, an all-units broadcast. Send a teletype, too.’

Maier pulled his gloves off and angrily slammed them into a trash can as he ran from the room.

‘Put the pager in an evidence bag. It needs to be processed for prints,’ I said. ‘I know we’ve touched it, but we can still try. That’s why his coat was unzipped.’

‘Huh?’ Marino looked stunned.

‘Davila’s coat was unzipped and there was no reason for that’

‘Yeah, there was a reason. Gault wanted Davila’s gun.’

‘It wasn’t necessary to unzip his coat to get his gun,’ I said. ‘There’s a slit in the jacket’s side where the holster is. I think Gault unzipped Davila’s coat to find the pager. Then he got the number off it.’

The doctors had returned their efforts to the body. They pulled off boots and socks and unfastened an ankle holster holding a Walther .380 that Davila shouldn’t have been carrying and had never had a chance to use. They took off his Kevlar vest, a navy police T-shirt, and a silver crucifix on a long chain. On his right shoulder was a small tattoo of a rose entwining a cross. In his wallet was a dollar.

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Kay Scarpetta 6 - From Potter’s Field

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I left New York that afternoon on a US Air shuttle and got into Washington National at three. Lucy could not meet me at the airport because she had not driven since her accident, and there was no appropriate reason for me to find Wesley waiting at my gate.