Play To Kill

thing that didn't belong in the water.

    The body was face down in the shallows, wearing a white formal gown that moved gracefully in the current as if the body inside were dancing. The scene sent creepy-crawlies up Gino's spine as he tried to quell images of his wife, Angela, walking down a church aisle toward him all those years ago. 'Oh man,' he said quietly. 'Is that a wedding dress?'

    'That's what it looked like to me,' the uniform said, 'but you have to think someone would miss a bride.'

Not if the groom is somewhere else in this river, Magozzi thought. 'You found her?'

    Yes sir. Officer Tomlinson. The river walk is on my regular patrol.'

    The kid was doing a pretty good job of putting on the tough cop face, but that face was unlined and the troubled blue eyes didn't have the flat look of a seasoned patrol yet. Magozzi figured he was about three days out of the academy. 'You're a little off the walk here.'

    'The white caught my eye through the trees, so I came down. Thought maybe it was a heron, something like that…' He stopped and swallowed, then took a breath. 'Anyway, the ME's on his way; my sergeant took six other officers to start the canvass, but if this is where she went in, the cover's pretty dense.'

    Magozzi nodded. 'We could use some more tape up top, Tomlinson, and wider on both sides. The lunch walkers are going to be out soon. Can you handle that?'

    Yes sir, thank you, sir.' He made double-time up the slope.

    Gino shoved his hands in his pockets and tipped his head at Magozzi. 'That was uncommonly kind of you.'

    'He's just a kid. He's been here alone for a while.'

    The hand on Magozzi's shoulder was gentle. He felt himself take a deep, cleansing breath before he turned around and smiled at the medical examiner. It didn't surprise him that Dr. Anantanand Rambachan had simply appeared behind him without sound, without disruption of the environment. The man moved through the world like silk on water, disturbing nothing, taking his place like sunlight.

    'Good morning, Detectives,' he greeted them with a warm smile and handshakes. Anant still loved the Western handshake. Even after all his years in this country, the ritual never failed to tickle him. Touch is everything, Detective Magosgi, he'd said once. The Americans understand this, when many cultures do not. Touch is connection. You are both looking very well indeed. It's as if no time has passed since our last meeting.'

    'Same with you, Doc,' Gino said. 'You still playing hoops?'

    'Hoops?'

    'Basketball.'

    'Ah, yes, of course, basketball. I find I am enjoying the sport a great deal, especially now that my boys are old enough to join me. Perhaps I might have a second career after all.' His mouth didn't smile, but his dark eyes certainly did.

    'Well, you just let us know if you ever want to pick up a game with our department squad - we could use the height.'

    'That is a kind offer, and I thank you. And I am hoping that both of you and your loved ones are quite well?'

    And so it went for a few minutes - the small talk before attending to the unpleasant business at hand was a ritual Magozzi figured all doctors learned their first year of med school. Hello, Mr. Jones. How are you today? How's the family? You're looking good, have you been working out? Remember those tests we ran last week? Well, they didn't turn out so well.

    Finally, Dr. Rambachan stood on one leg while he removed a shoe and pulled on a rubber wading boot. Gino watched in amazement as he repeated the process with the second boot. 'Jeez, Doc, how the hell did you do that? You looked like a flamingo standing there, didn't even wobble. I gotta sit down to put on my socks or I keel over like a bowling pin.'

    'Balance in all things,' Anant smiled, then turned sad eyes to the body in the water. 'So this is our lady friend. I can see she has not traveled far to meet us here.' The man never saw corpses; he merely saw complete human beings that didn't exist any longer in this particular place and time. 'Has anyone touched her?'

    Gino made a face. 'No reason to start messing with a possible crime scene when the victim is obviously dead.'

    'But we must always confirm the obvious.' He went into the water without creating a ripple, then bent to his task. After a moment his hands went still in the water. 'Ah. Here we have a little surprise.'

    When Magozzi and Gino finally walked up from the river to the staging area, the sergeant who'd been running the canvass was back on site, leaning against his car and draining a can of Red Bull. Dark stains made Rorschach patterns on his uniform shirt, and his face was a particularly vivid shade of ripe tomato.

    'Hot one today, Detectives,' he said, giving them the customary weather-related Minnesota greeting as he raised his can in their direction. If it had been winter, the greeting would have been, 'Cold one today, Detectives.'

    'Are you gonna be okay?' Gino asked, mopping at his own brow. 'You look like you're already in full meltdown.'

    The sergeant grunted. 'I grew up on the Iron Range. If the temp rises above sixty, I go into full meltdown. So what's the news on that poor gal? I'm telling you, never in my life have I seen such a sad and sorry sight.'

    'Well, we got a newsflash for you - our bride down there? She's sporting a package.'

    'What kind of package?'

    'The kind of package you can only get with a Y chromosome.'

    The sergeant's brows jumped up his forehead. 'No way.'

    Yes, way.'

    The sarge thought about that for a minute while he chucked his empty can into the car. 'I guess there's no surprise there, come to think of it. We get all kinds down here after hours, especially the creative dressers - the Tiara's just a few blocks up, you know, and they've got that big drag show that runs every night.'

    Magozzi nodded. 'We know.'

    'Any idea whether it's a homicide or an accident?'

    'No real signs of foul play that the ME could see. And Crime Scene didn't have a whole lot of luck with trace. If there is any, most of it's probably on the way to the Gulf of Mexico by now.'

    'Probably an accident.'

    'Probably. But we're going to have to wait for the autopsy before we know for sure.'

    'Well, I can tell you from experience that there's a lot of booze and a lot of drugs down here. I'm surprised we don't get more tooted-up riffraff falling into the drink.'

    'How did the canvass go?' Magozzi asked, trying to find a patch of shade in the one spot along the river that didn't have much tree coverage.

    'All the respectable citizens we talked to didn't see a damn thing. But then we stumbled across Wild Jim, drunk as a skunk, taking a nap under some bushes.'

    Who's Wild Jim?'

    The sergeant gave them a wry smile. 'Oh, you guys have been off the street way too long. Wild Jim is a regular down here, and a frequent flyer at the station.'

    Magozzi got interested. 'For what?'

    'Public drunkenness, disturbing the peace. Every now and then he brings one of his guns down by the river and fires off a clip and wakes the neighbors, but mostly he's harmless; just a real pain in the butt. We've pulled his guns a half a dozen times, but he just gets clean and another judge gives them back. Some of those bastards really stick together. Anyhow, he was ranting about some 'crazy faggot' raising hell down here last night, but who knows? He hasn't been able to see straight since he got kicked off the bench, and I'm guessing his blood alcohol is around point-three right now.'

    Magozzi and Gino shared a look. 'You're not talking about Judge Bukowski.'

    'Oh, yeah, the very same.'

    If you were in law enforcement, you knew who Judge James Bukowski was, even if you didn't know him as