THERE WAS MORE, of course, lots more, the kind of upsetting detail that keeps certain stories in the news for months, and some of it came right away for a change. Dr. Carbondale reached me in my car on the way home. Bree was driving her own car. “Toxicology shows no known poisons in Caroline’s system,” Carbondale told me. “No drugs of any kind, other than a .07 blood alcohol level. She couldn’t have been more than tipsy at the time of death.”
So Caroline hadn’t been on drugs, and she hadn’t been poisoned. That wasn’t much of a surprise to me. “What about other causes?” I asked Carbondale.
“I’m more and more certain that’s going to be an unanswerable question. All I can do is rule out certain possibilities. There’s no way of determining, for example, if she was beaten or strangled or—”
She stopped short.
The words came out of me like bile. “Or put right into that machine.”
“Yes,” she said tightly. “But there is one other thing to tell you.”
I gritted my teeth and wanted to hit something with my fist. But I had to listen.
“We’ve isolated the remaining fragments. There’s some indication of antemortem bite marks.”
“Bite marks?” I looked around for a place to pull over. “Human bite marks?”
“I think so, yes, but I can’t be certain at this point. Biting can look almost identical to bruising, even under the best of circumstances. That’s why I’m bringing in a forensic odontologist to consult. What we’re working with is bone fragments where some of the tissue survived, so I can only see—”
“I’m going to have to call you back,” I said.
I pulled to the side of Pennsylvania Avenue and just let people honk their horns and go around me. This was too much—the unfairness, the cruelty, the violence, all those things I’m usually so good at dealing with.
I threw back my head and cursed at the car ceiling, or God, or both. How could this be allowed to happen? Then I laid my head against the steering wheel and I started to tear up. And while I was there, I said a prayer for Caroline, who didn’t have anyone with her when she needed it most.