Daoud lowered his glance and pushed salad greens around his plate.
'All possibilities will be considered,' said Daniel. 'Let's move on to the second possibility. Crime of passion- unrequited love, an affair gone sour, soiled honor, blood revenge. Any of you know of family conflicts that could get nasty?'
'A couple of Moroccan families over in Katamon Tet have been punching each other out for the last few months,' said the Chinaman. 'Something about where the laundry should hang. Last I heard it'd cooled down. I'll check.'
'Two betrothed families from Surif are feuding over a dowry,' said Daoud. 'It's been all words so far but the words are growing stronger and it may very well boil over into violence. But I know all the family members on both sides and she's not of them. The only other thing I can think of is that Druze sheikh who was murdered last year.'
'Hakim al Atrash,' said Daniel.
'Yes. Common belief is that it was a land dispute and the Janbulat clan was behind it. It's an open situation- vengeance has yet to be accomplished. But when they kill someone it will be another man, not a young girl.'
'Another remote possibility,' said Daniel, 'is Bedouins. They'd be quick to execute a lapsed virgin or an adulteress and a Bedouin girl this age could very well have been married or engaged. But the pathologist is certain that this one wore shoes and he made another good point: Bedouins bury their dead in the desert, away from prying eyes. There'd be no reason to bring her up into the city.'
He took a drink of soda water, ate salad without tasting it, drank again, and said, 'My intuition tells me this was no honor killing-all the ones I've seen or heard about have been done with a single throat-cut or a bullet to the head. Swift and clean. No body wounds or hacking of the genitals. No washing the corpse. I saw what had been done to her-the pictures don't capture it.' He paused, chose his words. 'It was butchery, ritualistic. Lots of rage, but calculated.'
'A sex murder,' said the Chinaman.
'It's our best working hypothesis.'
'If it's a sex murder, we're out of our element,' said Shmeltzer.'Working from textbooks again. Like goddamned rookies.'
The remark angered Daniel, partly because it was true. A junior grade detective in any American city saw more in one year than he'd encounter in a lifetime. Serial killings, demonic rituals, child murders, back alley mutilations. A dark, ugly world that he'd read about but had never encountered. Until eight months ago, when Gray Man had come along. A welcome-back from vacation. Four slashings in two months. A one-man crime wave in a city that hosted nine or ten killings in a bad year, most of them the bloody offspring of family squabbles. Four dead women, victimized for selling phony love
'Things are changing, boys.' Shmeltzer was lecturing the Chinaman and Daoud. 'And we're not equipped for it. Drug fiends, psychopaths-nut-case foreigners in rags. You never used to see them. Now they're all over the city. On the way here I saw one meshuggener lurching across Herzl, muttering to himself, frothing at the mouth, nearly got himself run over. Go into Independence Park and they're lying under the trees like mounds of dog shit.'
'That's not the type we're looking for, Nahum,' said Daniel. 'Too disorganized, unable to plan. Dr. Ben David's profile of the Gray Man was a social misfit, withdrawn but outwardly normal.'
'Terrific,' said Shmeltzer. 'Very scholarly guy, Dr. Ben David. Did us a hell of a lot of good.'
What, Daniel wondered, was eating at him? Shmeltzer had always played the part of devil's advocate; Daniel didn't mind it-it kept him thinking. But today it seemed different, less constructive, as if the older man no longer had any interest in work. Perhaps Laufer had been right: The dray horse had outlived his usefulness. On a case like this he needed a rock-solid number two man-the type of detective Shmeltzer had always been before. Not the nay- saying cynic across the tabie. He looked at Shmeltzer drinking cola, face half-hidden by the glass; considered dealing with it right then and there, decided against it.
'Nahum,' he said, 'get the computer guys to update the list of sex offenders we pulled on Gray Man, subclassify again in terms of tendencies toward violence and use of a knife. Fondness for young girls and drug use are other variables to look for. Most of them are going to be guys we've already talked to, but they deserve going over again. A new samal named Avi Cohen will help you with the preliminary screening and I can get you a clerk for tabulation if you need one. Once we've established a good sublist, we'll start pulling them in for interviews. While you're waiting for the data, check the Scopus campus, see if anyone was working late, if any of the locks on the gates were tampered with.
'Our first priority,' he said, picking up a photo, 'will be identifying her. It's twenty-four-hour shift time. The earrings are a possible link-the killer may have taken them, but until we know what they look like, a jewelry store canvass isn't worthwhile. In addition, Dr. Levi said they weren't gold, so it's doubtful a professional jeweler would buy them. Still, if you come across someone who buys trinkets, ask them if anyone's tried to palm some earrings off on them.'
He turned to Daoud. 'Elias, take the villages-you can follow your hunch and start with Abu Tor and Silwan. If they don't pan out, do the others as well. Isawiya, in particular, is of interest, because you can walk across the desert and up to Scopus without traversing the rest of the city. The Border Patrol says everything's been quiet, but they're not infallible. If you learn nothing in any of the villages, start scouring the
Old City up to the Damascus Gate, Sultan Suleiman, the area around the Arab bus station and the train station. Visit the orphanages. Talk to drivers, ticket clerks, porters, anyone who might have seen a young girl come in. I'll hit the main bus station this afternoon and do the same. Got it?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Chinaman,' Daniel continued, 'cover the neighborhoods to the south of the crime scene-Sheikh Jarrah, the American Colony, Wadi el Joz, then Musrara and along the Green Line. I assume you'll be visiting the Watermelon Tents to do your gang check.'
'Tonight, after midnight,' said the Chinaman. 'When the fun's in full bloom.'
'If you don't get any leads there, go to the Green Line and talk to the whores. Find out if any strange customers have been hanging around. Don't hassle anyone but take note of weird ones. Warn the girls too, while you're at it-talk in general terms, no details.'
'How general?' asked the Chinaman.
