Black Notice #10 by Patricia Cornwell

Black Notice #10 by Patricia Cornwell

Author:Patricia Cornwell
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Suspense, Adult, Thriller
ISBN: 9780425225455
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 1998-12-31T06:00:00+00:00


Black Notice

Page: 135

"Quiet, " I warned him as I felt his reaction and knew what I was showing him.

"Here comes the boss, " Eggleston announced as he stepped carefully through the doorway.

The room was crowded and airless. It looked as if a thrashing storm had rained blood upon it.

"We're going to string all this, " Ham said to me.

"Recovered a cartridge case, " Eggleston happily passed on to Marino.

"If you want a break; Marino, I'll hold the flashlight for her. " Ham was trying to make up for his unpardonable sin.

"I think it's fairly obvious she was lying right here, immobile, when he beat her, " I said, because I didn't think stringing was necessary in this case.

"Stringing will tell us for sure, " he promised.

It was an old French technique in which one end of a string was taped at a bloodstain, and the other at the geometrically computed origin of the blood. This was done multiple times, resulting in a three-dimensional string model that showed how many blows were struck and where the victim was when they were.

"There's too many people in here, " I loudly said.

Sweat was rolling down Marino's face. I could feel his body heat and smell his breath as he worked close to me.

"Get this to Interpol right away, " I told him in a voice no one else could hear.

"No kidding. "

"Speer three-eighty. Ever heard of it?" Eggleston said to Marino.

"Yeah. High-performance shit. Gold Dot, " Marino replied. "That don't fit, at all. "

I got out my chemical thermometer and set it on top of a box of paper plates to get the ambient temperature.

"I can already tell you what it is, Doc, " Ham said. "Seventy-five-point-nine back here. It's warm. "

Marino was moving the flashlight as my hands and eyes moved over the body.

"Normal people don't get Speer ammo, " he was saying. "You're talking ten, eleven bucks for box of twenty. Not to mention, your gun can't be a piece of shit or the damn thing will blow apart in your hand. "



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