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Smithback didn't move a muscle。 He couldn't believe it。 It got worse and worse。 The guy was a candidate for beatification。
〃Mr。 Smithback？〃
Smithback made a show of checking his notes。 〃Anything else？
The kindly gray…haired teacher laughed softly。 〃Look； Mr。 Smithback； if it's dirt you're looking for on Tony…and I can see that it is； it's written all over your face…you're just not going to find it。 He was a normal； all…around； high…achieving boy who seems to have grown into a normal； all…around； high…achieving man。 And now； if you don't mind； I'd like to get back to my grading。〃
Smithback stepped out of P。S。 1984 and began walking； rather mournfully； in the direction of Columbus Avenue。 This hadn't turned out the way he'd planned； at all。 He'd wasted a colossal amount of time； energy； and effort； and without anything at all to show for it。 Was it possible his instincts were wrong…that this was all a wild…goose chase； a dead end； inspired by a thirst for revenge？ But no…that would be unthinkable。 He was a seasoned reporter。 When he had a hunch； it was usually right。 So how was it he couldn't find the goods on Fairhaven？
As he reached the corner； his eye happened to stray toward a newsstand and the front page of a freshly printed New York Post。 The headline froze him in his tracks。
EXCLUSIVE
SECOND MUTILATED BODY FOUND
The story that followed was bylined by Bryce Harriman。
Smithback fumbled in his pocket for change； dropped it on the scarred wooden counter； and grabbed a paper。 He read with trembling hands：
NEW YORK； Oct。 10…An as…yet…unidentified body of a young woman was discovered this morning in Tompkins Square Park； in the East Village。 She is apparently the victim of the same brutal killer who murdered a tourist in Central Park two days ago。
In both cases； the killer dissected part of the spinal cord at the time of death； removing a section known as the cauda equina； a bundle of nerves at the base of the spinal cord that resembles a horse's tail； The Post has learned。
The actual cause of death appears to have been the dissection itself。
The mutilations in both cases appear to have been done with care and precision； possibly with surgical instruments。 An anonymous source confirmed the police are investigating the possibility that the killer is a surgeon or other medical specialist。
The dissection mimics a description of a surgical procedure； discovered in an old document in the New York Museum。 The document； found hidden in the archives； describes in detail a series of experiments conducted in the late nineteenth century by an Enoch Leng。 These experiments were an attempt by Leng to prolong his own life span。 On October 1； thirty…six alleged victims of Leng were uncovered during the excavation of a building foundation on Catherine Street。 Nothing more is known about Leng； except that he was associated with the New York Museum of Natural History。
〃What we have here is a copycat killer；〃 said Police missioner Karl C。 Rocker。 〃A very twisted individual read the article about Leng and is trying to duplicate his work。〃 He declined to ment further on any details of the investigation； except to say that more than fifty detectives had been assigned to the case； and that it was being given 〃the highest priority。〃
Smithback let out a howl of anguish。 The tourist in Central Park was the murder assignment that； like a plete fool； he'd turned down。 Instead； he had promised his editor Fairhaven's head on a platter。 Now； not only did he have nothing to show for his day of pounding the pavement； but he'd been scooped on the very story he himself had broken…and by none other than his old nemesis； Bryce Harriman。
It was his own head that would be on a platter。
SIX
NORA TURNED OFF Canal Street onto Mott； moving slowly through the throngs of people。 It was seven o'clock on a Friday evening； and Chinatown was packed。 Sheets of densely printed Chinese newspapers lay strewn in the gutters。 The stalls of the fish sellers were set up along the sidewalks； vast arrays of exotic…looking fish laid out on ice。 In the windows； pressed duck and cooked squid hung on hooks。 The buyers； primarily Chinese； pushed and shouted frantically； under the curious gaze of passing tourists。
Ten Ren's Tea and Ginseng pany was a few hundred feet down the block。 She pushed through the door into a long； bright； orderly space。 The air of the tea shop was perfumed with innumerable faint scents。 At first she thought the shop was empty。 But then； as she looked around once more； she noticed Pendergast at a rear table； nestled between display cases of ginseng and ginger。 She could have sworn that the table had been empty just a moment before。
〃Are you a tea drinker？〃 he asked as she approached； motioning her to a seat。
〃Sometimes。〃 Her subway had stalled between stations for twenty minutes； and she'd had plenty of time to rehearse what she would say。 She would get it over with quickly and get out。
But Pendergast was clearly in no hurry。 They sat in silence while he consulted a sheet filled with Chinese ideographs。 Nora wondered if it was a list of tea offerings； but there seemed to be far too many items…surely there weren't that many kinds of tea in the world。
Pendergast turned to the shopkeeper…a small； vivacious woman…and began speaking rapidly。
〃Nin hao； lao bin liang。 Li mama hao ma？〃
The woman shook her head。 〃Bu； ta hai shi lao yang zi； shen ti bu hao。〃
〃Qing li Dai wo xiang ta wen an。 Qing gei wo yi bei Wu Long cha hao ma？〃
The woman walked away； returning with a ceramic pot from which she poured a minuscule cup of tea。 She placed the cup in front of Nora。
〃You speak Chinese？〃 Nora asked Pendergast。
〃A little Mandarin。 I confess to speaking Cantonese somewhat more fluently。〃
Nora fell silent。 Somehow； she was not surprised。
〃King's Tea of Osmanthus Oolong；〃 said Pendergast； nodding toward her cup。 〃One of the finest in the world。 From bushes grown on the sunny sides of the mountains； new shoots gathered only in the spring。〃
Nora picked up the cup。 A delicate aroma rose to her nostrils。 She took a sip； tasting a plex blend of green tea and other exquisitely delicate flavors。
〃Very nice；〃 she said； putting down the cup。
〃Indeed。〃 Pendergast glanced at her for a moment。 Then he spoke again in Mandarin； and the woman filled up a bag； weighed it； and sealed it； scribbling a price on the plastic wrapping。 She handed it to Nora。
〃For me？〃 Nora asked。
Pendergast nodded。
〃I don't want any gifts from you。〃
〃Please take it。 It's excellent for the digestion。 As well as being a superb antioxidant。〃
Nora took it irritably； then saw the price。 〃Wait a minute； this is two hundred dollars？〃
〃It will last three or four months；〃 said Pendergast。 〃A small price when one considers…〃
〃Look；〃 said Nora； setting down the bag。 〃Mr。 Pendergast； I came here to tell you that I can't work for you anymore。 My career at the Museum is at stake。 A bag of tea isn't going to change my mind； even if it is two hundred bucks。〃
Pendergast listened attentively； his head slightly bowed。
〃They implied…and the implication was very clear…that I wasn't to work with you anymore。 I like what I do。 I keep this up； I'll lose my job。 I already lost one job when the Lloyd Museum closed down。 I can't afford to lose another。 I need this job。〃
Pendergast nodded。
〃Brisbane and Collopy gave me the money I need for my carbon dates。 I've got a lot of work ahead of me now。 I can't spare the time。〃
Pendergast waited； still listening。
〃What do you need me for； anyway？ I'm an archaeologist； and there's no longer any site to investigate。 You've got a copy of the letter。 You're FBI。 You must have dozens of specialists at your beck and call。〃
Pendergast remained silent as Nora took a sip of tea。 The cup rattled loudly in the saucer when she replaced it。
〃So；〃 she said。 〃Now that's settled。〃
Now Pendergast spoke。 〃Mary Greene lived a few blocks from here； down on Water Street。 Number 16。 The house is still there。 It's a five…minute walk。〃
Nora looked at him； eyebrows narrowing in surprise。 It had never occurred to her how close they were to Mary Greene's neighborhood。 She recalled the note； written in blood。 Mary Greene had known she was going to die。 Her want had been simple： not to die in plete anonymity。
Pendergast gently took her arm。 〃e；〃 he said。
She did not shrug him off。 He spoke again to the shopkeeper； took the tea with a slight bow； and in a moment they were outside on the crowded street。 They walked down Mott； crossing first Bayard； then Chatham Square； entering into a maze of dark narrow streets abutting the East River。 The noise and bustle of Chinatown gave way to the silence of industrial buildings。 The sun had set； leaving a glow in the sky that barely outlined the tops of the buildings。 Reaching Catherine Street； they turned southeast。 Nora glanced over curiously as they passed Henry and the site of Moegen…Fairhaven's new residential tower。 The excavation was much bigger now； massive foundations and stem walls rose out of the gloom； rebar popping like reeds from the freshly poured concrete。 Nothing was left of the old coal tunnel。
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