Blunt Impact by Lisa Black

Author:Lisa Black [Black, Lisa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
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Publisher: Severn House Publishers Ltd
Published: 2013-01-22T13:00:00+00:00

TWENTY-TWO

The answer turned out to be a short Sawzall-type instrument, as grimy as a used hard hat but as intimidating as a bone saw. They ran three mesh straps around the body and suspended those from a small winch provided by the project manager, and then suited up a game body snatcher in a leather apron, heavy gloves and eye protection. He got a crash course in how to safely cut through the small iron bars without losing a finger and went to work. Novosek could have done it in a quarter of the time, but he resided firmly in the center of their suspect pool and could not be allowed that close to the body. If it were even possible – the man kept coming close to the pit, taking one glance at the manhandled corpse before turning and stalking a few feet away, then feeling somehow sheepish or weak or disloyal and turning back. He’d take a few steps, his face would flush an unbecoming shade of green, and he’d whirl

again. Theresa gave up watching him and instead kept the body snatcher’s electrical cord from snagging on the rebar.

Frank had finally gotten rid of Kobelski – Theresa didn’t know how but they’d had a short and apparently bitter conversation before Kobelski stalked off, throwing, ‘I won’t forget this!’ over his shoulder. Frank gave her a wink, magnificently unconcerned about the retributions of a state concrete inspector.

The fact that Kyle Cielac’s body had been so efficiently drained of its lifeblood made the job much less messy . . . which was not to say exactly un-messy. Finally the last pinion had been freed and the winch lifted the skewered corpse up and over to the gurney. They left the sawed-off pieces in him, of course, so that the pathologist doing the autopsy could see exactly what had occurred. The body snatcher heaved the tool up to the ground level floor and then heaved himself up as well, his feet scrambling for purchase. Theresa took a step toward him to help, stubbed her toe on one of the sticks and began to fall. Rebar spikes rose up toward her torso, her arms, her eyes—

‘Tess!’ she heard Frank shout.

She grabbed the two heading for her neck, all her weight suddenly depending on the grip she could maintain on two half-inch thick iron poles, one of which was slick with Kyle Cielac’s blood. The latex glove granted some traction and she managed to keep from impaling herself. Heart pounding hard enough to cause a roaring in her ears, she straightened. ‘That would have hurt.’

‘Get out of there,’ Angela demanded. ‘Here, I’ll give you a hand up.’

‘Wait.’ Theresa inched – very carefully – through the minefield of rebar spikes, crouching where she had enough room. The pool of Kyle Cielac’s accumulated blood had partially dried along the edges, hard and cracked like a dry river bed in places while still smooth and glossy red in the center. She stuck her fingers into this pool, methodically patting every inch of it.

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