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“Done.”
“This report is just between us,” Willoughby said. “A prelim.”
“Understood. How come you bumped me up?”
“Rumor has it you can be a real pain in the arse.”
“Thanks.” I think.
“The whole kit will appear as attachments to the official reports.”
I nodded.
“You do know this tells you naught about who your vics were.”
“Granted. But now I’m certain the child is female.”
“She is.”
“And I now have profiles to run through every database on the planet.”
“A bit of an overreach, I’d say. But that part’s up to the cops.”
“You get what I mean.”
“My super says I’m to send the report to a guy named Trout over at SQ.”
The name wasn’t familiar. “Is it OK if I give Detective Ryan a heads up, too?”
“I thought he’d retired.”
“Never from this case.”
“That bloke really knows how to fill out a shirt.”
“When can we expect full profiles?”
“I won’t be faffing around.”
Willoughby’s unlikely blend of Queenly pronunciation and rough street slang always amused me. I took that to mean she’d stay on it.
“There’s one other thing,” Willoughby said.
Though not a stunner, her observation was definitely useful.
14
Monday October 25–Wednesday, October 27
Back in my office, yet another demande d’expertise form lay on my blotter. LaManche wanted my opinion on “suspicious body parts” found in a building under construction on rue Verreau.
Ignoring the request, I phoned Ryan. He answered right away. Background noise suggested he was on the road.
Supernova pumped, I launched right in.
“S’il tu plaite, ma chère. Lentement.”
“Willoughby did it.” Slowly, as Ryan had requested. “She sequenced DNA.”
