CHAPTER 39

 

The Medical Examiner looked down at the body parts on the metal table and shook his head. “What sort of sick bastard would do something like this?” he asked. He had a name badge identifying him as Darren Wilmot. He was a large black man with a shaved head and a boxer’s broken nose and he was wearing pale green surgical scrubs.

“A psycho who wants to be famous,” said Mitchell.

“Is he a butcher, because he’s done a professional job,” said Wilmot.

There was a thigh, a left foot, a right shin, one forearm, two hands, and a section of torso laid so more than half of the body was still missing.

“He had a book on dissection and some very sharp knives,” said Lumley.

“No sign of the head?”

“We’re working on it,” said Lumley.

“Did you know she was pregnant?” asked Wilmot, looking at his notes which were clipped to a stainless steel clipboard.

“We didn’t,” said Lumley. “Can you get DNA so that we can identify the father?”

“I’ll have it for you by tomorrow. So what’s the story, I was told he was hiding the body parts all over the city? Why would he do that?”

“Like I said, he’s a psycho,” said Mitchell. “But we’ve got him, so all’s well that ends well.”

“Didn’t end so well for the girl or her baby, did it?” said Wilmot.

Lumley’s cell phone rang. “Might be another body part,” she said, and took the call. It wasn’t a CSU calling it was her captain, and she wanted her in the office, right away. “Is there a problem, ma’am?” she asked.

“Just get back here pronto, and make sure Mitchell comes with you,” growled the captain and she cut the connection.

“Problems?” asked Mitchell.

“Not sure,” said Lumley.