Play Dead (D.I. Kim Stone, #4)(49)

‘Doctor,’ Kim said by way of a greeting. ‘What do we have?’

‘Inspector, you are just in the nook of time,’ she said without looking up.

Kim felt the heat of the four floodlights beating down on her.

As she bent forwards she heard the sound of footsteps and the voice of Daniel as he spoke to Dawson.

‘Male or female?’ he asked.

Dawson tutted. ‘Dunno yet, ask Rosetta Stone over there.’

Looking down into the pit Kim could see that a square of sky-blue material had been exposed. She guessed it might be a T-shirt of some kind.

‘That is the left leg.’ Doctor A pointed with the other end of the brush.

Kim frowned and peered closer. She had thought she was looking only at soil.

‘There’s still skin?’ Kim asked.

Doctor A nodded. ‘Peter is working on the head and I am working on exposing the sex,’ she said. ‘In females the uterus is last to decompose.’

Kim had heard that somewhere before.

She knew that when buried six feet down in ordinary soil an unembalmed body could take eight to twelve years to decompose to a skeleton, whereas an exposed body could be skeletonised within days.

‘Any idea how long?’ Kim asked.

Doctor A turned to look at her. Kim saw a couple of dirt marks on her face.

‘I would guessing at five foot five,’ she answered.

Kim realised she would have to be more specific with the doctor.

‘I’m sorry, I meant…’

‘I know, Inspector,’ she said, offering a lopsided smile. Everyone had their own methods of getting through the horrors of a crime scene, whether it be recent or historic.

She continued. ‘As you know, many factors slow down decomposition: lower temperature, exclusion of air, absence of animal life, damp, humidity. I could go on.’ She turned to face Kim. ‘Did you know that in India an uncoffined body is skeletonised within a year?’

Kim shook her head as Doctor A turned back to the body.

Her gaze met that of Keats and she knew they were both thinking the exact same thing. They had been here before during the Crestwood investigation. They had faced each other across too many shallow graves, but it was the career they had chosen. She held his gaze. She got it. He nodded and looked away.

‘Aha,’ Doctor A and Peter said together, prompting Kim to wonder how long they had worked side by side.

The double exclamation brought all parties to the edge of the pit.

‘It is indeed a female,’ said Doctor A.

Kim could see that a flowery cotton fabric around the lower half of the body had been exposed but she guessed that wasn’t what had prompted the doctor’s confirmation.

Kim’s gaze travelled up the pit to the highest point where Peter continued to dust.

There was one thing Kim didn’t need to wait to be told, because it was already abundantly clear.

The woman’s face had been completely smashed in.





Forty-One





Do you remember when I refused my medication, Mummy? I didn’t understand why I had to take the pills but you insisted every day. Even though I didn’t feel poorly.

I said to you one day that I didn’t want to take them any more and that they made me feel strange. I refused to drink the water so you took the water away.

You popped a pill into my dry mouth, but I couldn’t swallow it down. You tipped back my head and stroked at my throat until the pill made its slow, arid journey down, like a football passing through a straw.

You dried my tears and wiped my snot and then gave me back the water.

I never complained again.

And I took my tablets every day.





Forty-Two





‘Okay, I’ll go first,’ Kim said once everyone was seated. ‘As you all know, a second body was found on the Westerley grounds in the early hours. Identified as female and finally removed at two this morning.’

The vision was still with her and would be for a long time to come. She’d sent Bryant and Dawson home around one a.m. and had stood by the grave until their victim had been gently and painstakingly removed. Never before had she seen a body containing so many stages of decomposition. Clean, white bone had protruded in places while others still held a full covering of flesh. It had reminded Kim of an animal carcass part devoured by its predators.

A thick silence had fallen over the area as Doctor A and two of her colleagues had tenderly placed the body onto the waiting body bag.

‘Spijam dobro dragi moi,’ Doctor A had whispered before stepping away and nodding to Keats.

Kim wasn’t sure what the archaeologist had said, but it had sounded like some kind of endearment or farewell to carry on her way.

‘We have her now,’ Keats had said, after a couple of deep swallows. And the handover was complete.

Everyone waited until the bag was zipped and on the stretcher before dispersing from the scene. It wasn’t a funeral; it wasn’t a memorial. But together beneath the floodlights, surrounded by the dense blackness of night, they had offered a moment of respect. It was the least they could do.

Kim took a deep breath and continued. ‘We have no further information except that the face of our victim had most definitely been beaten.’

This left no doubt in the minds of anyone that they were looking for the same killer.