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She was a good hard-working servant once she was awake, but she was one of those girls whom the Devil and all his angels cannot get out of bed before seven in the morning. Dorothy filled the bath as slowly as possible — the splashing always woke her father if she turned on the tap too fast — and stood for a moment regarding the pale, unappetizing pool of water.
Her body had gone goose-flesh all over. She detested cold baths; it was for that very reason that she made it a rule to take all her baths cold from April to November.
Putting a tentative hand into the water — and it was horribly cold — she drove herself forward with her usual exhortations.
Come on, Dorothy! In you go! No funking, please!
Then she stepped resolutely into the bath, sat down and let the icy girdle of water slide up her body and immerse her all except her hair, which she had twisted up behind her head. It ran: Mrs T baby? Must visit. MUST ask father money. Rehearsal Charles I. Take round Parish Mag NB.
Flowers for church NB. Scrambled eggs. Its too early for staff unless its one of the death investigators, but I cant think of a goodreason for Toby or Sherry or whoever is on call to be on this floor. Actually, I havent a clue who came on at midnight, and I try to remember what vehicleswere in the lot when I got here about an hour ago.
The usual white SUVs and vans and one ofour mobile crime scene trucks, I dimly recall. I really didnt notice what else, was toopreoccupied with my iPhone, with alert tones and messages reminding me of conference callsand appointments and a court appearance today.
Poor situational awareness caused bymultitasking, I think impatiently. I should pay more attention to whats around me, I chastise myself, but I shouldnt have towonder about whos on call, for Gods sake. This is ridiculous. Frustrated, I think of my head ofinvestigations, Pete Marino, who cant seem to bother updating the electronic calendaranymore. How hard is it to drag-and-drop names from one date to another so I can see whosworking?
Hes not kept up with it for quite some time and has been keeping to himself. Probably what I need to do is have him over for dinner, cook something he likes, and talk aboutwhats going on with him.
The thought of it tries my patience, and at the moment I seem to havenone. Some mentally disturbed person, or maybe evil is the word. I listen for whoever might be prowling around but hear no one now as I search the Internet,clicking on files, pondering the same details repeatedly as I realize how defeated I feel and howangry that makes me.
You got what you wanted this once. There really isnt anything gory or gruesome Ive not seen or cant somehow handle, but Iwas caught off guard last night, a quiet Sunday at home with my husband, Benton, musicplaying, the MacBook open on the kitchen counter in case anything happened that I shouldknow about immediately. In a mellow mood, I was preoccupied with making one of his favoritedishes, risotto con spinaci come lo fanno a sondrio, waiting for water to boil in a saucepan,drinking a Geheimrat J Riesling that made me think of our recent trip to Vienna and the poignantreason we were there.
I was lost in thoughts of people I love, preparing a fine meal and drinking a gentle wine, 8. I didnt recognize the sender: BLiDedwood stealthmail.
At first I was simply puzzled by the eighteen seconds of video with no audio, a cut-and-pasted jetboat ride in a part of the world I didnt recognize. The film clip seemed innocentenough, and meant nothing to me as I viewed it the first time. I was sure someone had e-mailed it by mistake until the recording suddenly stopped, dissolving into a jpg, an image meantto shock.
I launch another search engine into cyberspace, unable to find much useful about thepachyrhinosaurus, a thick-nosed herbivorous dinosaur with a horned bony frill and flattenedboss likely used to butt and gore other animals into submission. A uniquely strange-lookingbeast, somewhat like a two-ton short-legged rhino wearing a grotesque bony mask, I suppose,as I look at an artists rendering of one. A reptile with a face thats hard to love, but EmmaShubert did, and now the forty-eight-year-old paleontologist is missing an ear or dead or both.
The anonymous e-mail was sent directly here to the CFC, the Cambridge Forensic Center,which I head, the point I can only assume to taunt and intimidate me, and I imagine a jetboatskimming over a river thousands of miles northwest of here in what looks like a lost part of theworld. I study the overexposed ghostlike shape sitting in back, possibly on a bench seat,directly facing whoever was filming. Who are you?
Then the steep rocky slope, what I now know is a dinosaur dig site called the Wapiti bonebed, and the image dissolves into a jpg that is violent and cruel. A right ear. Possibly white. Fair-skinned is as definitive as I can get. Possibly a womansear, for sure not an adult males or a young childs ear, but I cant rule out an older girl or boy.
The lobe is pierced once directly in the center, the bloodstained section of newspaper theear was photographed on easily identifiable as the Grande Prairie Daily Herald-Tribune, whichwould have been Emma Shuberts local paper while she was working in northwest CanadasPeace Region this past summer. I cant see a date, just a portion of a story about mountainpine beetles destroying trees.
What do you want from me? Im affiliated with the Department of Defense, specifically with the Armed Forces MedicalExaminers, or AFME, and while this expands my jurisdiction to the federal level, that certainlydoesnt include Canada. If Emma Shubert has been murdered, she wont be my case, notunless her dead body ends up thousands of miles southeast of where she disappeared andturns up in this area.
Who sent this to me, and what is it supposed to make me think or do? Maybe what Ivealready done since six-thirty last night. Alert law enforcement and worry and feel angry and rather useless.