“I think we can find it, thanks. Why are you cutting up the rat?”
“To find out if he and his pals ate this guy’s face off, and when. We got rat turds to analyze, too. The fun never ends.”
“Sounds like a party.” And one she’d be happy to miss, Eve thought as she headed for the steps.
“You see a lot of terrible things when you’re a cop,” Peabody said.
“And there’s always worse things tomorrow.”
“Yeah, but I’d still rather do the job than cut open a rat to look for pieces of somebody’s face.”
“I’m not going to disagree.” She turned left past another lab where a clear jar of maggots wiggled obscenely, turned right past another area—where the music banged—holding computers, what she thought was a holo-station, monitors, and a large board covered with sketches of faces.
Then straight ahead where she saw bright lights, steel tables, more equipment, and shelves holding various skeletal parts.
Closer—and farther from the music—she heard voices. DeWinter’s, and another much more familiar to her.
She stepped to the opening where the glass pocket doors tucked into the walls and saw DeWinter hip-to-hip with Chief Medical Examiner Morris.
She wore her body-skimming black, and Morris one of his steel gray suits. He’d paired it with a shirt a click or two lighter, had his inky hair in a single long braid.
Together they made a glossy plate of high fashion as they studied the white skeleton on the silver table.
A second skeleton rested on a second table; monitors displayed various individual bones.
Morris fixed microgoggles over his dark, slanted eyes to study the arm bone DeWinter lifted from the table.
“Yes,” he said, “I agree.”
Then his gaze lifted up, met Eve’s. He smiled.
“Dallas. Peabody. Welcome to the Bone Room.”
“Morris. I didn’t know you’d be here.”
“Garnet and I agreed it would be more useful to consult here. You’ve met, I’m told.”
“Yeah.” Eve stepped in, nodded to DeWinter. “What have you got?”
“I’ve started on the first two found. Remains One and Two. We recorded them, cleaned them, recorded again, and began the examine and analysis. Li and I agree the injuries to the remains were sustained much earlier than TOD. Some months prior, some years. Remains Two’s injury pattern is consistent with a pattern throughout childhood of physical abuse, beginning, we believe, with this broken tibia near the age of two.”
Would the bone snap, Eve wondered, such a young bone? Hers had six more years of growth before Richard Troy snapped it like a thin twig.
“A comparative analysis of the skull sutures and epiphyseal fusion sets Remains One at thirteen years of age, Remains Two the same. I can give you their weight. One between ninety-five and a hundred pounds, two between one-oh-five and one-ten. Both, as stated on site, are female. Li?”
“We’ll draw DNA from the bones and run that. It will take some time. Much less if we’re able to get a facial match, and test blood relatives. We’re also running a variety of tests that should help us determine COD, will give us some data on the health and nutrition of the victims, and may even give us the general area where they grew up.”
“From the bones.”
He smiled again. “I’m a flesh-and-blood man myself, but yes, a great deal of information can be gleaned from bones.”
“Our age, our sex, how we moved, our facial structure, how we ate, and often what we did for a living. It’s in the bones,” DeWinter claimed. “Victim One led a healthier and less traumatic life than Two. Her single injury is most likely the result of a childhood accident. A fall from a bike, a tree limb. It’s cleanly and well healed, and was surely professionally treated. Her teeth are straight and even, and were, again, professionally treated, most likely on a regular and routine basis, while Two’s are crooked, contain four cavities.
“Though it’s only based on best probability, I would say One grew up in a middle-class or above household, while Two lived nearer poverty level, or below.”
“The toes.” Morris gestured. “You see how they’re slightly curled, slightly overlapped?”
“From shoving them into shoes that were too small.”