“No?” Dalton says. “Not one hiding in plain sight?”
“Phil?” I say. “It’s Casey.”
A soft sigh, relief at the chance to deal with a rational person. “Detective, yes. Hello.”
“I believe what Eric’s asking is whether we have a doctor in town that he doesn’t know about.”
Silence. “Pardon me?”
“Eric is on the selection committee, so he knows who we have here.” Or who you pretend we have here. “But perhaps there’s a resident who asked you not to reveal his or her former occupation. Who was a viable candidate without that professional advantage and didn’t want to practice medicine here.”
“No,” Phil says, “we do not have anyone like that, Detective Butler. For medical expertise you have Mathias Atelier and Deputy Anders. That will, I’m afraid, need to be sufficient.”
* * *
So we have one psychiatrist who has never practiced medicine. One army medic who has never practiced medicine. Plus one homicide detective who has never even trained in medicine. That is who now stands around the bodies of two dead women. They deserve so much better.
Dalton isn’t with us. He told me he had “to check something.” That’s not squeamishness. The day I arrived in town, they’d brought in a mutilated body, and Dalton had been right in there, like it was a high school science project. Anders had been the one most affected, and at the time, I hadn’t thought much of it, except that he was a deputy, probably unaccustomed to corpses. But as a war veteran, he is accustomed to corpses, and that’s the problem. Show him a body in pieces, and he’s back in that war, what he saw there, and everything that goes with it.
Now we’re looking at these two women, and Mathias says, “The desiccation is interesting. I presume it’s a dry cave?”
“That section is,” I say. “But I haven’t seen anything like this outside a museum.”
“I have,” Anders says. “Desert does the same thing, if a body’s been out there long enough.”
I glance over. His face is impassive, and I have no idea what’s going on behind those dark eyes, but when he notices me looking, he offers a tiny smile and mouths, I’m fine.
“Abbygail’s arm was like this,” Anders says. “Not quite as preserved, and with more scavenger damage, but it would have ended up similar to this. So … let’s get to it.” He turns to me. “As the only person with forensic experience…”
I nod and scrub in.
“Will, can you—?” I look over to see he already has a notebook and pen, ready to take dictation.
I remove the women’s clothing, one piece at a time, one corpse at a time. It’s not easy. Some of it has fused to their bodies.
“There’s evidence of decomposition,” I say. “Arrested decomposition, suggesting the killer—” I stop. “Sorry. Detective brain butting in. Just the facts, ma’am.”
“These notes are for you, Casey—” Mathias speaks English for Anders’s benefit. “I do not think we must stand on protocol. Including interpretations along with the observations may prove helpful. As you were saying…”
“Arrested decomposition suggests the first body was not immediately placed in that crevice, but began the process of decay in another climate, and then was moved to the crevice. The second body—” I stop. “Start again. For the purpose of these notes, the ‘first’ body is the one found on the bottom. That doesn’t mean she was killed first, though that does seem like a reasonable early interpretation. I’m going to continue removing garments with the warning that I may damage the tissue of the first body in doing so.”
I proceeded slowly, meticulously. Clothing off. Folded. Placed in plastic bags.
“Both bodies are female,” I say. “Both in an advanced state of desiccation. I’m going to make preliminary observations, which I will research later to determine time of death. I’ll ask Dr. Atelier and Deputy Anders to assist in those observations.”
We’re making notes on the state of the bodies only. Mathias offers interpretations as well. He’s sure I’m right about the order of the deaths, which only makes sense. The first victim dies and is later disposed of in that crevice. When the second also dies, she’s immediately dropped there.
As for cause of death? “There is significant damage to the back of both skulls,” I say. “All three of us agree death appears to be from blunt-force trauma.”
I think of Sutherland’s bloodied toque. I think of that pipe, heading for the back of my head.
“Given the state of the bodies, it is difficult to determine lesser forms of trauma. We do see some postmortem injuries, presumably arising from their environment and the manner in which they were discovered.” The investigator landing on them and then having to squeeze them through very tight passages. “But we do see evidence of a broken and badly healed ankle with the first body. Rib damage with the second. There are also signs of…” I’m about to say enforced captivity, but I’m extrapolating. Instead, I list my observations. Untreated dental decay. Evidence of malnutrition. Hair and nail damage.
Signs that these women were not captured, killed, and dumped in quick succession. Signs that we are looking at Nicole’s intended fate: held in a hole until …
Until what? She became too malnourished? Until her captor found a replacement? Or simply until he tired of her?