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'I remember watching him on TV once when I was a kid in New Jersey；' Marino was saying。 'My old man came in drunk； as usual； started yelling at me to switch the channel。 I'll never forget it。'
He slowed and turned into the Peabody Hotel。
'Elvis was singing 〃Hound Dog；〃 July 1956。 I remember it was my birthday。 My father es in； cussing； turns the TV off； and I get up and turn it back on。 He smacks the side of my head； turns the TV off again。 I turn it back on and walk toward him。 First time in my life I ever laid a hand on him。 I slam him against the wall； get in his face； tell the son of a bitch he ever touches me or my mother again； I'm going to kill him。'
'And did he？' I asked as the valet opened my door。
'Shit no。'
'Then Elvis should be thanked；' I said。
7
TWO DAYS LATER； on Thursday； November 6； I started out early on the ninety…minute drive from Richmond to the FBI Academy at Quantico； Virginia。 Marino and I took separate cars； since we never knew when something might happen to send us off somewhere。 For me； it could be a plane crash or derailed train； while he had to deal with city government and layers of brass。 I wasn't surprised when my car phone rang as we neared Fredericksburg。 The sun was in and out of clouds； and it felt cold enough to snow。
'Scarpetta；' I said； on speakerphone。
Marino's voice erupted inside my car。 'City council's freaking；' he said。 'You got McKuen whose little kid's been hit by a car； now more crap about our case； on TV； in the papers； hear it on the radio。'
More leaks had occurred over the past two days。 Police had a suspect in serial murders that included five cases in Dublin。 An arrest was imminent。
'You believe this shit？' Marino exclaimed。 'We're talking about； what？ Someone in his mid…twenties； and somehow he was in Dublin over the past few years？ Bottom line is council's suddenly decided to have some public forum about this situation； probably because they think it's about to be resolved。 Got to get that credit； right； make the citizens think maybe they did something for once。' He was careful what he said； but seething。 'So I gotta turn my ass right back around and be at city hall by ten。 Plus； the chief wants to see me。'
I watched his taillights up ahead as he approached an exit。 I…95 was busy this morning with trucks； and people who muted every day to D。C。 No matter how early I started； whenever I headed north； it seemed traffic was terrible。
'Actually； it's a good thing you're going to be there。 Cover my back； too；' I said to him。 'I'll get up with you later； let you know what went on。'
'Yo。 When you see Ring； do that to his neck；' he said。
I arrived at the Academy； and the guard in his booth waved me through because by now he knew my car and its license plate。 The parking lot was so full； I ended up almost in the woods。 Firearms training was already in progress on ranges across the road； and Drug Enforcement Agents were out in camouflage； gripping assault rifles； their faces mean。 The grass was heavy with dew and soaked my shoes as I took a shortcut to the main entrance of the tan brick building called Jefferson。
Inside the lobby； luggage was parked near couches and the walls； for there were always National Academy； or N。A。； police going somewhere； it seemed。 The video display over the front desk reminded everyone to have a nice day and properly display his badge。 Mine was still in my purse； and I got it out； looping the long chain around my neck。 Inserting a magnetized card into a slot； I unlocked a glass door etched with the Department of Justice seal and followed a long glass…enclosed corridor。
I was deep in thought and scarcely cognizant of new agents in dark blue and khaki； and N。A。 students in green。 They nodded and smiled as they passed； and I was friendly； too； but I did not focus。 I was thinking of the torso； of her infirmities and age； of her pitiful pouch in the freezer； where she would stay for several years or until we knew her name。 I thought of Keith Pleasants； of deadoc； of saws and sharp blades。
I smelled Hoppes solvent as I turned into the gun…cleaning room with its rows of black counters and pressors blasting air through the innards of guns。 I could never smell these smells or hear these sounds without thinking of Wesley； and of Mark。 My heart was squeezed by feelings too strong for me when a familiar voice called out my name。
'Looks like we're heading the same way；' said Investigator Ring。
Impeccably dressed in navy blue； he was waiting for the elevator that would take us sixty feet below ground； where Hoover had built his bomb shelter。 I switched my heavy briefcase to my other hand； and tucked the box of slides more snugly under an arm。
'Good morning；' I blandly said。
'Here； let me help with some of that。'
He held out a hand as elevator doors parted； and I noticed his nails were buffed。
'I'm fine；' I said； because I didn't need his help。
We boarded； both of us staring straight ahead as we began the ride down to a windowless level of the building directly beneath the indoor firing range。 Ring had sat in on consultations before； and he took copious notes； none of which had ended up in the news thus far。 He was too clever for that。 Certainly； if information divulged during an FBI consultation was leaked； it would be easy enough to trace。 There were only a few of us who could be the source。
'I was rather dismayed by the information the press somehow got access to；' I said as we got out。
'I know what you mean；' Ring said with a sincere face。
He held open the door leading into a labyrinth of hallways that prised what once had begun as Behavioral Science； then changed to Investigative Support； and now was CASKU。 Names changed； but the cases did not。 Men and women often came to work in the dark and left after it was dark again； spending days and years studying the minutiae of monsters； their every tooth mark and track in mud； the way they think and smell and hate。
'The more information that gets out the worse it is；' Ring went on as we approached another door； leading into a conference room where I spent at least several days a month。 'It's one thing to give details that might help the public help us 。 。 。'
He talked on； but I wasn't listening。 Inside； Wesley was already sitting at the head of a polished table； his reading glasses on。 He was going through large photographs stamped on the back with the name of the Sussex County Sheriff's Department。 Detective Grigg was several chairs away； a lot of paperwork in front of him as he studied a sketch of some sort。 Across from him was Frankel from the Violent Criminal Apprehension Program； or VICAP； and at the other end of the table； my niece。 She was tapping on a laptop puter； and glanced up at me but did not say hello。
I took my usual chair to the right of Wesley； opened my briefcase and began arranging files。 Ring sat on the other side of me and continued our conversation。
'We got to accept as a fact that this guy is following everything in the news；' he said。 'That's part of the fun for him。'
He had everyone's attention； all eyes on him； the room silent except for his own sound。 He was reasonable and quiet； as if hi