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"Scout's honor." Ukiah retold how the residue blood and organ cells were
missing and that all the bags contained was animal fur. "And the coroner had a
heart condition. I figure it probably would be scary enough to kill someone."
They fell silent for a few moments. They hit where I-279 merged with I-79 and
worked their way into the traffic.
"What really freaks me out is the fur," Ukiah finally admitted. "But I think
it's the real proof of the organ changing somehow. There were two sets of DNA
active in it. One set was the weasels' DNA. The other set was Dr. Janet
Haze's."
Max shot him a look that he had given Ukiah often over the years. Ukiah wasn't
sure what emotions hid behind the look. Max had used it only once on someone
else, a con artist that could steal your wristwatch while you were checking
the time.
"So," Max muttered after a while. "They cut out Doctor Haze's organs and set
them aside. Poof, they turn into a pack of rabid weasels and attack the
coroner. Like any sane human being, he's scared silly and drops dead and they
eat him." Max considered the run of logic. "Okay, it hangs together in a
twisted
Outer Limits kind of way. I suppose you could even say that after all that
effort to change into a weasel, one would be very hungry and snack on whatever
was at hand. Then what happens? Where do they go, and what happened to the
rest of her body?"
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"I don't know, Max. Agent Zheng stopped me before I could get into seriously
tracking them. But I
got to thinking. If her vital organs can change into weasels, why can't all of
her body? The coroner had knocked the grill off the air vent. They're little,
they all could have gone into there."
They glanced at each other. After more than three years of working together,
they had developed a full language of expressions. The look they exchanged was
an agreement not to talk about it for a while.
Ukiah looked away to stare out the window at the passing landscape.
They were almost to their exit before Max found a semisafe subject. "So, tell
me about these people in Schenley Park that you went haring off after? You
didn't tell Agent Zheng everything."
"How could you tell?"
"Oh, after you learn wolf body language, you're as clear as water."
Ukiah wasn't sure if Max was joking or not. "Well, after I killed Doctor Haze,
I passed out "
"After she sliced you open, you passed out," Max corrected him with a light
cuff. "Shock does that to people. Which reminds me." He pulled over onto the
shoulder. "Let's have a look at that cut."
Ukiah sighed and winced as he peeled up one edge of the bandage.
Max set the Hummer's hand brake, leaned over, and peered closely at Ukiah's
neck. "Take the bandage all the way off," he commanded and pulled the Hummer
back into traffic.
"Really?" The Hummer was sadly lacking in vanity mirrors.
"The cut looks better than that huge bandage. If you're feeling okay enough to
run all over Schenley
Park in the middle of the night, then we might as well do damage control with
your moms. It's a good thing you heal so quickly."
Ukiah considered the truth of this and started to coax up the sticky bandage.
"Well, I passed out.
When I came to, there were police and the helicopter and everything."
"Yeah?" Max was obviously puzzled as to where Ukiah was leading.
"And there were these two people, standing off where I couldn't see them,
talking about me." He recounted the discussion completely. "I went back to
Schenley Park to look at the tracks. It was creepy how they could move through
the thick brush, in the dark rain, at a full run, without anyone noticing
them."
"This case gets better and better." Max leaned over and cued up the disc on
the Hummer's deck. "I
didn't pay any attention to your headcam after you went down. I was glued to
the GPI screen. When I
watched the recording this morning, I turned it off after Haze dropped. Your
watcher might be on the disk."
The screen hissed with static and came up with the chaotic jumble of police
cars outside the apartment building. "Testing Ukiah's VOX." His own voice
always startled Ukiah. The timbre was wrong and slightly higher than he
expected. "Testing, 1, 2, 3. How's that?"
Max sounded like Max at least. "Good, it's coming through clear. There's my
channel good and strong. We're go."
It was the first time Ukiah had ever really watched one of their recordings.
Usually his memory was so much fuller and clearer. This time, however, there
were holes in his memory. He and the camera went into the building. Despite
state-of-the-art steadycam, the view was jittery and vaguely fish-eyed. The
lack of smell and touch, the limited view, and the reduced sound left Ukiah
feeling more and more frustrated. Finally he started to skip through the
tracks, letting time leap forward in huge bounds. He would watch the disk
later, maybe. He hated the gaps in his memory, but he didn't want to relive
the case right now.
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He found the end, his gun flashing again and again, set the recording to play
normally. The camera showed only part of Janet's unmoving foot. There was
silence in the foreground except for the hiss of rain.
Max's voice continued in the background. "Ukiah! Ukiah! Kraynak, Ukiah's down
and not responding. The fucking girl got him with the sword. I think he's hurt
bad. I'm coming in."
This started a heated argument between Max and Kraynak, which Ukiah tuned out.
He considered the angle of Janet Haze's body and what he remembered of the
footprints in the mud. If he were right, then the male watcher would enter in
the upper right-hand corner of the screen.
"When I went back to the crime scene, his tracks put him right here." He
tapped the screen, and at that moment lightning lit up the woods. "There! Did
you see him?"
"Ukiah, I'm driving. I didn't see anything."
Ukiah clicked the recording backward frame by frame. For one frame only, a man
stood in the brilliant light, facing the camera but starting to turn. "There's
the guy."
From the angle, it was hard to tell how tall the man was. He was lean rangy
was what Mom Jo would call it with shaggy, grizzled hair and dark eyes. The
flash of brilliance had drained his face of color, making it all stark angles
and shadows. Ukiah guessed at an age range of mid- to late-twenties.
Max glanced over and shook his head. "Doesn't ring any bell except he wasn't [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
