Spider - Michael Morley [63]
‘And you, Inspector,’ said Jack, a little less enthusiastically. ‘Forgive me,’ he went on, turning to the pathologist, a tall, plumpish woman in her late thirties with straw-like short blonde hair. ‘Your name doesn’t sound particularly Italian.’
‘You really are a detective,’ joked the Dottoressa. ‘I’m Dutch. Had the good fortune to fall in love with an Italian and moved here about seven years ago. I worship Rome; this is home for me now.’
‘Jack and his wife are also Italophiles,’ added Massimo. ‘They have a small, but I’m told very exclusive, hotel in Tuscany.’
‘Sounds gorgeous,’ said the pathologist. ‘You must give me details. My partner Lunetta and I are always looking for places for a long weekend away.’
‘Lunetta?’ interjected Orsetta. ‘Lunetta della Rossellina, the fashion model?’
‘Yes,’ said the pathologist, pleased the name had been recognized. ‘Lunetta’s love is clothes, and mine is food and wine – as I think you can see.’
‘Then Italy is perfect for both of you,’ said Massimo diplomatically. ‘Dottoressa, Jack has read your report, but I’m wondering if you’d be kind enough to update him on the conversation you and I had last night about Cristina’s blood type.’
‘Of course,’ the pathologist said. ‘Do you mind if we sit down? I need to get my glasses to go through some notes.’
The team gathered around a long, plain conference table made of beech and Annelies van der Splunder put on some round wire-framed glasses that Orsetta thought made her look half-headmistress, half-owl.
‘The examinations I carried out were on the dismembered limbs, torso, stomach contents and head of a young white, Italian woman in her mid-twenties, who I now know was Cristina Barbuggiani, a citizen of Livorno. The dismembered body parts were delivered to me over a period of about a week, the poor woman’s head being the last to arrive for my attention. The decapitated head gave me the most information, and from this I was able to ascertain that Cristina was AB Rhesus negative.’
‘That’s quite rare, isn’t it?’ asked Jack.
‘Yes, it is. And even though blood typing is my pet subject, I’m afraid it’s hard to say exactly how rare in Italy; probably less than nine per cent of the population are of the AB grouping. AB is the rarest and incidentally the newest of discovered blood groups. O is the oldest, it goes back to the Stone Age. A is the next oldest, and has its roots in the farming settlements of Norway, Denmark, Austria, Armenia and Japan. AB, however, dates back less than a thousand years and came about as all the blood groups began to mix in Europe.’
‘And the Rhesus factoring?’ asked Jack.
Annelies removed her glasses for a moment. ‘As I’m sure you know, the D antigen is the most common. If it is present, we describe the grouping as positive. In Cristina, it was missing, therefore she is Rhesus negative. Probably only about three per cent of the population share her blood type.’
‘This really helps us,’ said Jack, turning to Massimo, ‘but only if you can find it on him, or find the scene where BRK cut up Cristina’s body. Evidentially, tying her blood to a suspect would be a very powerful argument in court.’
‘Yes, but finding the scene?’ said Benito, shrugging his shoulders. ‘So far it has not been possible.’
‘Where have you tried?’ asked Jack, non-judgementally.
‘We’ve had to focus mainly on Livorno and the big cities that have strong links with the town and province,’ said Benito, ‘so we’re working out towards Pisa, which is twenty kilometres away, Lucca, forty kilometres, Florence, about eighty and finally Siena, which is about a hundred, maybe a hundred and twenty kilometres away. We’re looking at hire car businesses, hotels and guesthouses and even longdistance trucking companies. We are asking them all if they have had to clean any blood from any of the vehicles or property used by recent clients. So far nothing.’
Jack doubted the search would provide anything to build a case on but he understood that they had to go through the motions. Often it was the routine checks, rather than brilliant detective