Shrew sat at her desk in front of her computer, the curtains drawn so she didn’t have to look at the building across the street and think of the horror that had happened. Shrew didn’t want to look at the police car still parked in front of Terri’s apartment, and have the policeman it belonged to report to Investigator Marino that the neighbor he had interviewed earlier was spying out her window. Although she would enjoy another visit, she couldn’t afford one. Investigator Marino was suspicious of her already. She was certain he believed she’d seen something last night, and having done a little research on the Internet after he left, she could understand why.

Terri’s death was quite a mystery, and a very ugly one. No one was saying how she died, only that the blond man with the yellow rose, whom Shrew had said hello to not long ago, was locked up at Bellevue just like the Son of Sam had been when he was caught, and the medical examiner who did Terri’s autopsy had released no details. But they must be gruesome. The case must be of huge importance because Dr. Scarpetta had, indeed, been called in to help. That was the belief, based on her being spotted at both Logan and La Guardia airports this afternoon, then being sighted again at Bellevue, pulling a suitcase with a wobbly wheel, apparently on her way to meet her forensic psychologist husband on the men’s prison ward, where the boyfriend was being held.

No doubt the Boss would get yet another column out of Dr. Scarpetta, and that was too bad. Blogs everywhere were responding to both of the columns posted today, and the opinions dramatically varied. While quite a number of people thought it a disgrace that any sexual violation of Scarpetta, whether by Investigator Marino or Sister Polly, was made public, there were plenty of other people who wanted more.

Details! Details!

Why would someone break a little kid’s pencils?

Women like her ask for it. That’s why they’re attracted to crime.

I’m surprised about the investigator but not about the nun.

Shrew had been unusually unmotivated since Investigator Marino had left, and she’d better get with it and start weeding through the most recent information and images sent by fans, on the off chance there was something important she should post or move to the Boss’s research folder.

She opened and deleted scores of banal, boring gossipy anecdotes, alleged sightings, and images taken with cell phone cameras until she came to an e-mail that had been sent several hours ago. Immediately, she was excited by the subject line but skeptical:

NEVER-BEFORE- SEEN PHOTO! MARILYN MONROE IN THE MORGUE