“We’re going to a shopping mall, Peter. A very, very big shopping mall. Last I heard, malls are your version of hell.”

“Actually I’m dealing with real hell right now,” Decker said. “King of Prussia has just been downgraded to purgatory.”

THE STATION HUMMED with activity. As soon as Decker stepped through the door, Ben Roiters got up from his desk and walked over to him. “Mike wants to see you.”

“Where are Angeline Moreau’s parents?”

“They’re at Littleton, talking to someone in the administration. Since it happened off-campus, the college is punting to us.”

“It might not have anything to do with college. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“I think the parents were planning on dinner after the meeting, but I’m sure they’ll want to talk to you.”

“Could you call them for me? Tell them I’m back and I’ll meet with them whenever they’re ready.”

“No problem.”

“Thanks.” Decker walked into Mike Radar’s office and shut the door. The captain’s lair was tiny. There was a desk, a file cabinet, two chairs, and lots of pictures and plaques on the wall.

Mike pointed to the chair. “Did you ask for the coroner’s office in Boston to send down any identifying marks on Angeline Moreau?”

“Yeah, I asked them to send it to your e-mail in case I got hung up.”

“They sent me two tattoos so far. As the gases dissipate, the doc told me that more marks might become visible. I forwarded the tats to you: some kind of flower vine on her shoulder and a flower on the small of her back. I think they call those tramp stamps, although I’m not going to say that to the parents.”

“Hardly. Can you bring up the tats on your computer?”

“Sure.” Radar played with his keyboard. “Here.” He turned the screen around for Decker to see. A wisteria vine cascaded down Angeline’s shoulder, and a peony rested on the junction between her spine and buttock. It was of note that she had chosen flowers used by Clara Driscoll in the Tiffany glass lamps.

“Can you print them out for me?”

“You want to show them to the parents?”

“It’s easier than showing them her body. I also told them to bring her toothbrush in case you wanted to confirm with DNA, but these might do it.”

“Fine.” Radar produced a latex glove and small paper bag. “Forensics found this with the vacuum. Be careful. We’re talking sharp.”

Decker put on the glove, opened the bag, and looked inside. He shone a light and then gingerly picked up a pinch of tiny colored fragments. “Stained glass.”

“Angeline had been a busy girl. Where are the forgeries from the mausoleum? Did the family take them?”