Unnatural Exposure #8 by Patricia Cornwell

Author:Patricia Cornwell
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery & Detective, Kay (Fictitious Character), Political, Virginia, Scarpetta, Fiction, Women Physicians, Mystery Fiction, Women Sleuths, Suspense Fiction, General, Forensic Pathologists
ISBN: 9780425218921
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1997-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

Unnatural Exposure

Page: 3

QUINCY: Hi. What are we talking about today? SCARPETTA: The budget impasse. How is it affecting you? QUINCY: I work out of the D. C. Office. A nightmare. SCARPETTA: Are you a medical examiner? QUINCY: Right. We've met at meetings. We know some of the same people. Not much of a crowd today, but it could always get better if one is patient.

That's when I knew Quincy was one of the undercover agents from Squad 19. We continued our session until lunch arrived, then resumed it afterwards for the better part of an hour. Quincy and I chatted about our problems, asking questions about solutions, anything we could think of that might seem like normal conversation between medical examiners or people they might confer with. But deadoc did not bite. I took a nap and woke up a little past four. For a moment, I lay very still, forgetting where I was, then it came back to me with depressing alacrity. I sat up, cramped beneath my tray, the computer still open on top of it. I logged onto AOL again and went back into the chat room. This time I was joined by someone who called himself MEDEX, and we talked about the type of computer database I used in Virginia for capturing case information and doing statistical retrievals. At exactly five minutes past five, a bell sounded off-key inside my computer, and the Instant Message window suddenly dominated my screen. I stared in disbelief as a communication from deadoc appeared, words that I knew no one else in the chat room could see.

DEADOC: you think you re so smart SCARPETTA: Who are you? DEADOC: you know who I am I am what you do SCARPETTA: What do I do? DEADOC: death doctor death you are me SCARPETTA: I am not you. DEADOC: you think you re so smart

He abruptly got quiet, and when I clicked on the Available button, it showed that he had logged off. My heart was racing as I sent another message to MEDEX, saying I had been tied up with a visitor. I got no response, finding myself alone in the chat room again. 'Damn, ' I exclaimed, under my breath. I tried again as late as ten P. M. , but no one appeared except QUINCY again, to tell me we should try another meeting in the morning. All of the other docs, he said, had gone home. The same nurse checked on me, and she was sweet. I felt sorry for her long hours, and her inconvenience of having to wear a blue suit every time she came into my room. 'Where is the new shift?' I asked, as she took my temperature. 'I'm it. We're all just doing the best we can. ' I nodded as she alluded to the furlough yet one more time this day. 'There's hardly a lab worker here, ' she went on. 'You could wake up tomorrow, the only person in the building. ' 'Now I'm sure to have nightmares, ' I said as she wrapped the BP cuff around my arm.

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