“I won’t go that far. A lot of the new stuff? So much better, there’s no comparison. I can work a scene without totally trashing the place, if nothing else. You know, some old lady gets burglarized, and no more ruining everything she owns with black dusting powder. Technology at least lets me be considerate. But I don’t have a magic box. You got one?”

“I keep forgetting to recharge it,” he said.

“You ever come to Baltimore, Pete?”

“Hadn’t heard that expression in a while,” Marino said. “The case-in- a-lab- coat-pocket thing you said. So guess what? I’m over forty. You have some files landing. You checking your e-mail as we complain? You ever come to New York?”

He was scanning pages of the police report, and Dr. Lester’s preliminary autopsy findings.

“It’s not the way I started,” Bacardi said. “I still believe in talking to people and looking at motive, the old-fashioned way. Sure, I come to New York. Or I can. No big deal. We should exchange yearbook pictures first. But I promise I look better since I had my face transplant.”

Marino grabbed a Sharp’s out of the refrigerator. He had to meet this one. She was something.

“I’m looking at the photograph of the bracelet right now. Jesus—money,” Bacardi said. “It’s the same as the others. All three of them ten-karat. A herringbone design, really thin. Based on the scale in this photo, it looks like your bracelet—just like the other two—is ten inches long. Sort of thing you’d buy in a mall kiosk or on the Internet for forty, fifty bucks. One interesting difference that strikes me right off the bat is in my case and Greenwich, the bodies weren’t indoors. It appears the victims were out looking to score drugs for sex, and got picked up by someone cruising for an opportunity. Your victim—Terri Bridges—have a history of drug abuse or a secret life that might have left her open for that kind of thing happening to her?”

“No information to make me think she was into oxys or anything else. All I can tell you is what you’re looking at. Her STAT alcohol was negative. Too early for drug screens, but no evidence of drugs at her apartment. We also don’t know that in her case, the killer wasn’t cruising for victims. Assuming the boyfriend didn’t do it. Or even if he did, it was New Year’s Eve. She was the only person home in her apartment building. Nobody directly across the street, either, except one lady who wasn’t looking out her window about the time we suspect Terri was murdered. Supposedly. And this same lady had a couple stories that got my antenna going. Like this weird one about a puppy. Who would give a sick puppy to someone as a present? Knowing it’s going to die.”