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She shakes her head and disappears through a door in the back.
He continues, "And ten times the rate only means we had one homicide in the past year."
"Better make that two," she calls back.
Anders looks down at the covered body. "Shit."
As Dr. Lowry scrubs up, she calls for Anders to fill me in.
"First," he says. "We weren't trying to make things tough for you. At least, I wasn't." A meaningful glance at Dalton. "It's just that everything up here is a hundred layers of complicated. Ideally, you'd have come in, and things would have been quiet, and I could have spent a few days showing you the ropes and gradually explaining--"
"No time," Dalton says.
"Right, so the point is--"
"The point is there's no time for a gradual explanation," Dalton says. "Including right now. It's not going to take Beth a week to scrub in." He points to the corpse. "Harry Powys. Former doctor. He was caught doing illegal organ transplants, using illegal immigrants who weren't always dead before he started. And you can wipe that look off your face, detective. We sure as hell didn't approve a son of a bitch like that. We approved a pharmacist who'd been blackmailed by a prescription drug ring."
"That was my fault," Lowry says as she walks in. "I sympathized with the blackmailing, and I wanted someone with pharmacy training."
"Stop confessing. We all approved him. Including me. And before you think we're all fucking morons, detective, I'll point out that the paper trail was solid."
"You mean they're fabricating records," I say. "Those in charge. The council."
Dalton stops, mouth still open. I seem to have accomplished the impossible: I've surprised him.
I continue. "Drugs are being smuggled in, presumably in the drop-offs handled by the council. You have Hastings, a chemist who can manufacture designer drugs. Now you have this guy. It's possible he faked his background records, but more likely the council did. They're letting in hardened criminals. Including murderers who'd woo immigrants hoping for a better life and carve them for a profit."
"It's not the whole council," Lowry says.
Dalton gives her a look, as if to say, And that makes it better? Then he says to me, "Good work, detective. You've earned your rep. Yeah, we believe they green-light criminals who will pay a shitload for the privilege. Unlike with the white-collar guys, none of that extra goes to running the town. The council members pocket it."
I stare at him.
"Back to work," Dalton says, as if we've just discussed a rather dull town bylaw. He waves at Lowry. She hesitates and glances at me, knowing I want more. I nod for her to go on. I'll deal with this later, after I've processed it.
Lowry peels back the sheet. I see the body of Harry Powys, and my stomach churns. I'll partially blame what I've just learned--about the town and about him. But the body ...
I've witnessed autopsies. I was always fine with taking that chore from my partners. My parents inured me to gore--via surgery videos--from an early age. That's because they wanted me to have a strong stomach for a career in medicine, but it inadvertently prepared me to be a cop, too.
One thing you don't see on a city beat? Predation--the point at which a victim turns into meat. That's what I'm looking at here. A side of half-devoured meat wearing a human head and the tattered remains of clothing.
I don't throw up. I'm not even tempted. But I do decide I'll skip lunch today. Anders looks green, though he stands his ground. And Dalton? He's right in there, as if this is a biology dissection sample. He's circling the body, leaning down for a better look, poking at the spots where both legs have been removed. He even grabs a blunt probe from the tray and prods aside some of the mangled flesh.
Lowry watches while he examines the ribs. Then he looks at her. She nods.
"Fuck," he says.
He shakes his head and drops the probe back on the tray with a clatter.
"You said homicide?" I begin.
She nods. "Looks like massive blood loss."
"We didn't see that at the scene," Anders says.
"Because the body was moved."
"By predators?" There's a note of hope in his voice. Please, please tell me this was a grizzly.
