The Cold Moon
addiction — for the sport of going one-on-one with perps continued undiminished, and the evidence from crimes was the field on which this game was played.
    He felt eager anticipation.
    And guilt too.
    Because he wouldn't be filled with this exhilaration if not for someone else's loss: the victim on the pier and Theodore Adams, their families and friends. Oh, he felt sympathy for their sorrow, sure. But he was able to wrap up the sense of tragedy and put it somewhere. Some people called him cold, insensitive, and he supposed he was. But those who excel in a field do so because a number of disparate traits happen to come together within them. And Rhyme's sharp mind and relentless drive and impatience happened to coincide with the emotional distance that is a necessary attribute of the best criminalists.
    He was squinting, gazing at the boxes, when Ron Pulaski arrived. Rhyme had first met him when the young man had been on the force only a short time. Although that was a year earlier — and Pulaski was a family man with two children — Rhyme couldn't stop thinking of him as the "rookie." Some nicknames you just can't shake.
    Rhyme announced, "I know Amelia has somebody in custody but in case it isn't the perp, I don't want to lose time." He turned to Pulaski. "Give me the lay of the land. First scene, the pier."
    "All right," he began uneasily. "The pier is located approximately at Twenty-second Street in the Hudson River. It extends into the river fifty-two feet at a height of eighteen feet above the surface of the water. The murder —"
    "So they've recovered the body?"
    "I don't think so."
    "Then you meant apparent murder?"
    "Right. Yessir. The apparent murder occurred at the far end of the pier, that is, the west end, sometime between six last night and six this morning. The dock was closed then."
    There was very little evidence: just the fingernail, probably a man's, the blood, which Mel Cooper tested and found to be human and type AB positive, which meant that both A and B antigens — proteins — were present in the victim's plasma, and neither anti-A nor anti-B antigens were. In addition a separate protein, Rh, was present. The combination of AB antigens and Rh positive made the victim's the third-rarest blood type, accounting for about 3.5 percent of the population. Further tests confirmed that the victim was a male.
    In addition, they concluded that he was probably older and had coronary problems since he was taking an anticoagulant — a blood thinner. There were no traces of other drugs or indications of infection or disease in the blood.
    There were no fingerprints, trace or footprints at the scene and no tire tread marks nearby, other than those left by employees' vehicles.
    Sachs had collected a piece of the chain link and Cooper examined the cut edges, learning that the perp had used what seemed to be standard wire cutters to get through the fence. The team could match these marks with those made by a tool if they found one but there was no way to trace the cutter back to its source by the impressions alone.
    Rhyme looked over the pictures of the scene, particularly the pattern the blood had made as it flowed onto the pier. He guessed that the victim had been hanging over the edge of the deck, at chest level, his fingers desperately wedged into the space between the planks. The fingernail marks showed that eventually he'd lost his grip. Rhyme wondered how long the vic had been able to hang on.
    He nodded slowly. "Tell me about the next scene."
    Pulaski replied, "All right, that homicide occurred in an alley off Cedar Street, near Broadway. This alley featured a dead end. It was fifteen feet wide and one hundred and four feet long and was surfaced with cobblestones."
    The body, Rhyme recalled, was fifteen feet from the mouth of the alley.
    "What's the time of death?"
    "At least eight hours before he was found, the ME tour doc said. The body was frozen solid so it'll take a while to determine with any

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