A Georgetown University crew team scull slipped silent and slim behind the bulky stern of the dredge. “You know those cuts on the victim’s left hand?” Abruptly he stood up and looked at Kinderman oddly. Only his breath had life it came frosty and then vanished in the hungry air. Stedman was staring at it, frowning in concentration. The police pathologist was down on one knee beside a sheet of soiled canvas. It clawed at his heart and the twisted forests silent on the banks of the icy river. The shrieking of the woman had grown more piercing. He listened, inclining his head a little then he shivered and his hands began to dig deeper into the pockets of his coat. It dwindled in the dawn like a fading hope. The detective watched it growing smaller. The search helicopter was skimming away, throbbing low above the mud-brown darkness of the waters with its lights blinking softly red and green. “Well, I guess we’re almost finished here, Lieutenant.” Nearby, the blue police dredgeboat’s engines churned with the morning’s completion of dread. Their voices were hushed, mere whispered fragments, and they moved without sound, gray figures in a dream. They were gathering with eyedropper, test tube and forceps remembering with camera, sketchpad and chalk.

He looked up and saw the crime lab crew on the dock. Kinderman’s thoughts found a grip on the world. Something had gone wrong between man and his creator, and the evidence was here on this boathouse dock.

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