Point of Origin (Scarpetta) by Patricia Cornwell
By Patricia Cornwell
“Sears its approach into the psyche” (ATLANTA magazine structure) with a brand new package deal and NEW writer INTRODUCTION.The clues to a chain of remorseless killings pass up in smoke—and merely Kay Scarpetta can locate them.
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Accelerants. ' 'Don't forget anything,' McGovern told her team. ' They were splashing and working as they talked, and all around was the constant sound of dripping water and rumbling of the pumps. I got interested in box springs caught in my rake and squatted to pull out rocks and charred wood with my hands. One always had to consider that a fire victim might have died in bed, and I peered up at what once had been the upper floors. I continued excavating, producing nothing remotely human, only the sodden, sour trash of all that had been ruined in Kenneth Sparkes's fine estate.
Fire had spared nothing but hollow walls of stone. I looked past Marino into the cockpit, where Lucy talked into the radio, making comments to her ATF copilot as they nodded at a Chinook helicopter below horizon and a plane so distant it was a sliver of glass. The sun lit up our journey by degrees, and it was difficult to concentrate as I watched my niece and felt wounded again. She had quit the FBI because it had made certain she would. She had left the artificial intelligence computer system she had created and robots she had programmed and the helicopters she had learned to fly for her beloved Bureau.
Something very bad is going to happen during this trial,' I said, and I wanted my body to respond to him but didn't think it could. 'All of us in New York again. The Bureau, you, Lucy, at her trial. ' I pulled away as Carrie's sharp, drawn face suddenly jumped out of a dark place in my mind. I remembered her when she was strikingly pretty and smoking with Lucy on a picnic table at night near the firing ranges of the FBI Academy at Quantico. I could still hear them teasing in low playful voices and saw their erotic kisses on the mouth, deep and long, and hands tangled in hair.