He left without speaking to Liz Southern. He had nothing to say to the woman and he wanted to get outside. His legs felt wobbly and he was again feeling nauseous.
The heat hit him as he opened the exterior door and, surprisingly, his sick feeling began to dissipate. His body was now probably focused on dealing with the hot environment.
He slowly and gingerly walked back to the hotel.
Decker went up to his room, pulled out his phone, and looked at the pictures he’d taken. They were far sharper with a higher res than the grainy ones provided by Walt Southern.
Decker might have just made a significant stride in the investigation, but the discovery had also led to a great many more questions.
The stomach and intestines shared an attribute that none of the other organs in the body did. If you swallowed something the object would eventually travel to those two destinations. Irene Cramer had been carrying something in her belly or intestines.
And whoever had killed her had taken it from the woman.
“OH MYGOD. You didwhat?”
Jamison was sitting in the driver’s seat of their rental SUV staring at Decker like he had just told her that he’d been the one who’d murdered Irene Cramer.
“Didn’t you hear me the first time?” he said, looking slightly embarrassed. “The killer was obviously attempting to get something back that Cramer had ingested.”
“Look, despite what you found, that theory seems a little farfetched.”
“Drug mules do that all the time. They either stuff plastic bags of drugs up their anuses, or else they swallow them.”
“And very often the bags burst and the person dies when all those drugs enter their body.” She glanced sharply at him. “Is that what you think? That she was a drug runner?”
“That would be the easy answer, but I’m not sure it would be the right one,” he replied. “And there’s something else.”
“What?”
“Why didn’t Walt Southern highlight this fact for us? It was literally buried in his report. And there were no pictures of the cuts to those organs. And when I asked him if there was anything out of the ordinary, he replied in the negative.”
“You think he didn’t believe it was important?”
“Any pathologist worth his or her salt knows about contraband being carried in the body.”
“I guess that is odd. So what do you think?”
“Did he intentionally not highlight it, or take pictures, thinking we would just take his word and not look too closely at the pathology report?”
“But why would he do that? Wait, do you think he killed her? That would explain the way she was cut up. He would have just performedtwoautopsies on her.”
“Southern cutting her up like that would be really theonlyway we would suspect someone like him. So why would he do it that way, unless he wants to be caught?”
“No, I don’t see that happening, either,” commented Jamison.
“So let’s go back to the question of what she might have been carrying inside her.”
“I guess we could hearken back to the days of the Cold War. She could be a spy and swallowed a microfiche dot loaded with government secrets.”
When Decker didn’t respond to this, she added, “I’m just kidding. She’s too young to have been part of the Cold War.”
“But whywouldn’tthat be plausible? We have a pretty sensitive government facility right in the neighborhood.”
Jamison said slowly, “Since we don’t know her past, it could be shewasa spy.”
“And maybe the reason she came here was to spy on the Douglas S. George Defense Complex. But she’s been here a year,” he added, looking puzzled.
“Meaning what took her so long?” said Jamison.