Room and knocked on the door.
âWho is it?â she asked.
âDI Duffy, DC McCrabban,â I said.
âCome in.â
Familiar smells. Bright overhead lights. Stainless steel bowls filled with intestines and internal organs. Glittering precision instruments laid out in neat rows. And the star of the show: ourold friend from yesterday lying on a gurney.
Lauraâs face was behind a mask, which I couldnât help thinking was wonderfully metaphoric.
âGood morning, gentlemen,â she said.
âGood morning, Dr Cathcart,â Crabbie uttered automatically.
âHi,â I replied cheerfully.
Our eyes met.
She held my look for a couple of seconds and then smiled under the mask.
It was hard to tell but it didnât seem to be the look of a woman who was leaving you for another man.
âSo, what can you tell us about our victim, Dr Cathcart?â I asked.
She picked up her clipboard. âHe was a white male, about sixty, with grey, canescent hair. He was tall, six four or maybe six five. He had a healed scar on his left buttock consistent with a severe trauma, possibly a car accident, or given his age, a shrapnel wound. There was a tattoo on his back â âNo Sacrifice Too Greaâ â which I take to be some kind of motto or Biblical verse. The âtâ was missing from âGreatâ where his skin had adhered to the freezer compartment.â
âFreezer compartment?â
âThe body was frozen for some unspecified period of time. When the body was removed and placed in the suitcase a piece of skin stuck to the freezer, hence the missing âtâ in great. Iâve taken photographs of this and they should be developed later today.â
âWhat did you say the tattoo said?â Crabbie asked, flipping open his notebook.
She shrugged. âA Biblical verse perhaps? âNo Sacrifice Too Greatâ.â
I looked at Crabbie. He shook his head. He had no idea either.
âGo on, Doctor,â I said.
âThe victimâs head, arms and legs were removed post mortem.He had also been circumcised, but this had been done at birth.â
She paused and stared at me again.
âCause of death?â I asked.
âThat, Detective Inspector, is where we get into the really interesting stuff.â
âItâs been interesting already,â Crabbie said.
âPlease continue, Dr Cathcart.â
âIt was a homicide or perhaps a suicide; either way, it was death by misadventure. The victim was poisoned.â
âPoisoned?â Crabbie and I said together.
âIndeed.â
âAre you sure?â Crabbie said.
âQuite sure. It was an extremely rare and deadly poison known as Abrin.â
âNever heard of it,â I said.
âNevertheless, thatâs what it was. I found Abrin particles in his larynx and oesophagus, and the haemorrhaging of his lungs leaves little doubt,â Laura continued.
âIs it a type of rat poison or something?â I asked.
âNo, much rarer than that. Abrin is a natural toxin found in the rosary pea. Of course it would need to be refined and milled. The advantage over rat poison would be in its complete lack of taste. Like I say it is very unusual but Iâm quite certain of my findings ⦠I did the toxicology myself.â
âSorry to be dense, but whatâs a rosary pea?â I asked.
âThe common name for the jequirity plant endemic to Trinidad and Tobago, but I think itâs originally from South-east Asia. Extremely rare in these parts, I had to look it up.â
âPoisoned ⦠Jesus,â I said.
âShall I continue?â she asked.
âPlease.â
âThe Abrin was taken orally. Possibly with water. Possibly mixed into food. There would have been no taste. Within minutes it would have dissolved in the victimâs stomach and passedinto his blood. It would then have penetrated his cells and very quickly protein