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"Been thinking up fresh insults all night?
Couldn't wait to get over here to give me more of the what for?" Mosely asked
gruffly.
"Not at all," Gabriel said pleasantly. "Have you heard anything about Crash?"
Mosely prodded at a file on his desk. "Autopsy."
Gabriel picked up the autopsy file and looked inside. On the front page was
the easy-to-find bottom line, stamped in red ink. "Overdose:
heroin."
Gabriel put the file gently back down on the desk. Mosely watched him as if he
expected him to reach out and bite. Gabriel said nothing.
"Well?" Mosely prompted.
"Very interestin'," Gabriel said calmly. "I
have a new one for you. He's a professor at
Tulane University. He died at his desk some-
time between nine o'clock this morning and about twenty minutes ago. I s'pose
his autopsy
will say the same thing. Or maybe they're even cleverer than I thought. Maybe
the same symp-
toms will mysteriously read 'heart attack' this time, Tulane professors not
bein' big on heroin and all."
Mosely's eyebrows had gone up during this reasonably voiced revelation,
crinkling up the skin on his forehead like a folding garage door.
Gabriel had a brief wish that what was inside was something massive; something
with monster tires and a front grid, but knew it could be better visu-
alized as a Hyundai.
"Excuse me," Mosely piqued, "are you telling me you found another corpse? This
morning?"
"Yup. This one was dead when I found him, though. That's a new twist," Gabriel
said thought-
fully. "Having been up-close-and-personal with both dearly departed, I can
tell you honestly that they went the same way. The same goddamn way.
I'd bet my life on it."
Mosely leaned back in his chair and stared at
Gabriel as if he were just discovering some new and not entirely appealing
facet of his long-time friend. Gabriel didn't care for the look at all.
"And there's more," he continued. "You see, I
went over there because Hartridge had informa-
tion for me? Information about the veve, that pat-
tern from the crime scenes? I had it reconstructed and gave Hartridge a copy.
He'd/ownd something out about it, Mose. Do you hear what I'm saying?
He knew something."
Gabriel was losing his calmness, but what was creeping in was not anger but
fear. He pushed it back. "Now he's dead," he concluded simply.
The two men sat quietly for a moment. Mosely's gaze was fixed on Gabriel and
Gabriel found him-
self feeling guilty under it. Guilty! What the hell was Mosely's problem?
"I don't think you should tell anyone else about this," Mosely said after an
unbearable pause.
" 'Kay," Gabriel said, puzzled.
"I only say that 'cause, being a police officer and all, I can tell you that
it doesn't look good.
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You coming in here finding bodies like this, one after the other?" There was
something twisted in
Mosely's tone.
"Excuse me," Gabriel said, getting annoyed. "I
happen to be on the trail of the serial killers you all have given up hope of
findin'? That's why I'm stumblin' over corpses."
He found himself breathing hard for some
reason. "I'm gettin' close," he added, staring deeply at his friend.
And he realized that he was. Or he thought he was. The idea was, oddly, not
comforting. Neither did it impress Mosely the way Gabriel thought it ought to.
"If I were you, I'd consider the possibility that you might be too goddamn
close," Mosely said. It was cautiously worded, but it was a threat.
Gabriel stared at him in disbelief. "What is wrong with you?"
Mosely shifted uncomfortably in his chair. At least it stopped his staring,
which really had been getting unthinkably ugly, giving Gabriel a vision of
Mosely that he would really rather not have.
"I'm just telling you. The Voodoo Murders case is closed. What you're bringing
to me now is something new." Mosely paused for effect, staring at Gabriel.
"And the only thing these two new things have in common is close contact with
you."
"That's bullshit," Gabriel whispered. "And you know it."
And Mosely did relent, under Gabriel's right-
eous gaze. He let out a big sigh. "I won't say any-
thing about this. We'll have Hartridge picked up and see what forensics says."
"Uh-huh."
"But maybe you should stop with this shit now.
Don't you think? Before you get someone else killed?"
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"Been thinking up fresh insults all night?
Couldn't wait to get over here to give me more of the what for?" Mosely asked
gruffly.
"Not at all," Gabriel said pleasantly. "Have you heard anything about Crash?"
Mosely prodded at a file on his desk. "Autopsy."
Gabriel picked up the autopsy file and looked inside. On the front page was
the easy-to-find bottom line, stamped in red ink. "Overdose:
heroin."
Gabriel put the file gently back down on the desk. Mosely watched him as if he
expected him to reach out and bite. Gabriel said nothing.
"Well?" Mosely prompted.
"Very interestin'," Gabriel said calmly. "I
have a new one for you. He's a professor at
Tulane University. He died at his desk some-
time between nine o'clock this morning and about twenty minutes ago. I s'pose
his autopsy
will say the same thing. Or maybe they're even cleverer than I thought. Maybe
the same symp-
toms will mysteriously read 'heart attack' this time, Tulane professors not
bein' big on heroin and all."
Mosely's eyebrows had gone up during this reasonably voiced revelation,
crinkling up the skin on his forehead like a folding garage door.
Gabriel had a brief wish that what was inside was something massive; something
with monster tires and a front grid, but knew it could be better visu-
alized as a Hyundai.
"Excuse me," Mosely piqued, "are you telling me you found another corpse? This
morning?"
"Yup. This one was dead when I found him, though. That's a new twist," Gabriel
said thought-
fully. "Having been up-close-and-personal with both dearly departed, I can
tell you honestly that they went the same way. The same goddamn way.
I'd bet my life on it."
Mosely leaned back in his chair and stared at
Gabriel as if he were just discovering some new and not entirely appealing
facet of his long-time friend. Gabriel didn't care for the look at all.
"And there's more," he continued. "You see, I
went over there because Hartridge had informa-
tion for me? Information about the veve, that pat-
tern from the crime scenes? I had it reconstructed and gave Hartridge a copy.
He'd/ownd something out about it, Mose. Do you hear what I'm saying?
He knew something."
Gabriel was losing his calmness, but what was creeping in was not anger but
fear. He pushed it back. "Now he's dead," he concluded simply.
The two men sat quietly for a moment. Mosely's gaze was fixed on Gabriel and
Gabriel found him-
self feeling guilty under it. Guilty! What the hell was Mosely's problem?
"I don't think you should tell anyone else about this," Mosely said after an
unbearable pause.
" 'Kay," Gabriel said, puzzled.
"I only say that 'cause, being a police officer and all, I can tell you that
it doesn't look good.
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You coming in here finding bodies like this, one after the other?" There was
something twisted in
Mosely's tone.
"Excuse me," Gabriel said, getting annoyed. "I
happen to be on the trail of the serial killers you all have given up hope of
findin'? That's why I'm stumblin' over corpses."
He found himself breathing hard for some
reason. "I'm gettin' close," he added, staring deeply at his friend.
And he realized that he was. Or he thought he was. The idea was, oddly, not
comforting. Neither did it impress Mosely the way Gabriel thought it ought to.
"If I were you, I'd consider the possibility that you might be too goddamn
close," Mosely said. It was cautiously worded, but it was a threat.
Gabriel stared at him in disbelief. "What is wrong with you?"
Mosely shifted uncomfortably in his chair. At least it stopped his staring,
which really had been getting unthinkably ugly, giving Gabriel a vision of
Mosely that he would really rather not have.
"I'm just telling you. The Voodoo Murders case is closed. What you're bringing
to me now is something new." Mosely paused for effect, staring at Gabriel.
"And the only thing these two new things have in common is close contact with
you."
"That's bullshit," Gabriel whispered. "And you know it."
And Mosely did relent, under Gabriel's right-
eous gaze. He let out a big sigh. "I won't say any-
thing about this. We'll have Hartridge picked up and see what forensics says."
"Uh-huh."
"But maybe you should stop with this shit now.
Don't you think? Before you get someone else killed?"
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