The Devils Punchbowl

CHAPTER

22

My father?s medical office looks like something that belongs in the Smithsonian Institution, the refuge of a doctor who loves history and the art of medicine, and who exhibits his disdain for modern gadgetry by banishing his notebook computer to the nurses? station outside his inner sanctum. The office is almost a museum itself, housing a gargantuan collection of medical books, Civil War memoirs, English novels, ship models, antique surgical instruments, and meticulously hand-painted lead soldiers from the Napoleonic Wars, each one accurate to the last detail. Every inch of fabric and leather in the room exudes the smell of cigars, which announces to patients old and new my father?s long-held medical philosophy:

Do as I say, not as I do.

I find Dad sitting behind his desk, his feet resting on a stool, while Jewel Washington laughs at something he said before I entered. I could swear I see a trace of embarrassment in Jewel?s dark cheeks. It?s hard to imagine what would make a nurse who?s made it past fifty blush, but if anybody knows what that would be, it?s Tom Cage. Jewel stands to greet me, and we hug briefly.

?Sit by me on the couch,? she says. ?I didn't bring any paperwork, for obvious reasons. I ain?t supposed to show you the autopsy, so how about I just summarize it verbally??

?Did Shad Johnson tell you not to show it to me??

Jewel?s eyes glint with submerged meaning. ?Let?s say the district attorney advised the county coroner that a homicide investigation is no business of the mayor?s.?

?Duly noted. What did the autopsy show??

?Your friend was shot.?

A chill races along my arms. I expected anything but this. ?Shot??

?Pathologist in Jackson dug a .22 Magnum slug out of his heart.?

?Why didn't we see the entry wound? Was it masked by one of those dog bites??

?You got it. Dog mauled that boy something terrible.?

?Are you sure it was a dog??

?I got out the textbooks and took measurements. That man was tore up by a canine?a big one?and the wounds definitely occurred prior to death.?

Dad shakes his head in disgust.

Jewel says, ?You combine that with the burns, and??

?Just a minute. What caused the burns??

?Some were from an electric cigarette lighter, like in a car. Others from an actual cigarette, which gets hotter than a car lighter. A lit cigarette burns at over a thousand degrees Fahrenheit. Draw on it, it heats up to nearly thirteen hundred degrees. That'?s a world of pain right there.?

?Sons of bitches,? Dad mutters.

?Add up those two things, you get one answer. Somebody tortured that man. Why? For kicks? For revenge? Something he knew? I'm guessing you?d know more about the motive than I would.?

?I don'?t know anything at this point, Jewel.?

She gives me a long look. ?You sound more like Shad Johnson than Penn Cage.?

?Let?s get back to Shad in a minute. What else did the postmortem show??

?They only have the initial toxicology panel back, but there were definitely drugs in the victim?s blood.?

Damn it.

?What kind of drugs??

?Opiates, some crystal meth.?

I shake my head, unwilling to accept that Tim had gotten high before carrying out his secret mission.

?Funny thing, though,? Jewel says. ?There was some bruising at

the injection site. Antecubital vein, which is unusual. Most addicts try to hide needle marks. This guy wasn'?t a habitual user, at least not that way. His veins were in decent shape, except for some old scarring between his toes and on his penis.?

?What killed him, Jewel? The fall or the bullet??

?The fall, but only because it happened so soon after he was shot. Bullet wound would?ve killed him in a minute or two.?

?Did anybody hear shots on the bluff prior to Tim?s fall? I don'?t remember Chief Logan saying anything about that.?

?Not as far as I know.?

?And you said the wound would have killed him in a couple of minutes.?

?Yes.?

?If he?d been shot in the SUV, could he have made the run to the fence, and then run along it like he did??

Jewel is considering this when Dad says, ?It?s possible. I?'ve seen men hit several times with higher-caliber bullets continue fighting for over a minute.?

Jewel and I look at my father in silence, knowing that this kind of knowledge was not absorbed in medical school, but in Korea.

?In that situation,? Dad goes on, ?being tortured, his adrenaline would have been off the charts. And he obviously summoned the strength to break away from his captors.?

?Okay, maybe that explains it. But if he was shot at the fence, then someone used a silenced weapon.?

?Like with the balloon,? Dad says. ?I see.?

Jewel looks between us but says nothing. Like a lot of people in town, she has heard about the crash landing, and the rest is simple enough to piece together.

?Any other significant findings?? I ask.

Her eyes fix on me. ?You could say that.?

?Well??

?Penn Cage, I didn't carry my tired old butt out here to be doing all the givin? without gettin? nothing in return. You tell me what?s going on. Who killed that man like that? And why??

I look to my father for support, but he only shrugs. ?Jewel,? I say, ?I want you to listen to me. Listen like I'm telling you about one of your children. You don'?t want to know any more about this case

than you already do. You could end up on the same table Tim was cut on. Tell me you understand what I'm saying. I don'?t want to add your safety to my list of worries.?

The coroner shakes her head, but I can?t tell if she?s offended or not. ?What are you telling me? Stop working this death??

?No. Just don'?t do anything out of your normal investigative routine. Follow the book, and nothing more. And by that standard, I think you?re finished.?

Now she looks offended. ?If I?d followed the book, you wouldn'?t know what you know now.?

?I realize that. And I appreciate it. But the risk is mine to take, not yours.?

?Why?s that??

?Because I owe somebody.?

A small, strange smile shows on Jewel?s face. ?Now you sound like your daddy. Okay, then. You?re telling me I'm at risk just by coming here, right??

?You could be. If they'?re watching Dad. You need to come up with a plausible reason for your visit.?

?Prescription,? Dad says. ?Is your mother still having problems with peripheral neuropathy??

Jewel smiles broadly now. ?Do you ever forget anything about a patient??

?Hell, yes. More every day.?

?I don'?t believe it.?

I touch the coroner?s wrist. ?You said there was something else.?

?Pathologist found something in your friend?s rectum.?

?What? Drugs??

?No. The cap from a thumb drive.?