The Drop - Michael Connelly [40]
But this time Chu ignored the routine.
“Yeah, right,” he said. “I tried calling you, man. You didn’t answer.”
“I guess you didn’t try hard enough.”
Bosch gave Chu a look that almost melted his plastic face guard. He then turned his attention back to Antons.
“I see you’re doing the full scan, Doc. Good call. Anything else I should know about?”
“It wasn’t my call. I was told to run a full scan by the powers that be. I did, however, point out to your partner an issue that bears further scrutiny.”
Bosch looked at Chu and then at the body on the table.
“An issue? Further scrutiny? Is he talking about detective work?”
“The body’s got like a scratch or a bruise or something on the back of the right shoulder,” Chu said. “It didn’t come from the fall because he landed facedown.”
“Antemortem injury,” Antons added.
Bosch stepped closer to the table. He realized that because he had arrived late to the death scene, he had never seen the victim’s back. Irving had already been turned over by Van Atta and the crime scene team by the time Bosch had arrived. No one from Van Atta to Crate and Barrel had mentioned anything about an antemortem injury on the shoulder.
“Can I see it?” he asked.
“If you must,” Antons said grumpily. “If you had been here on time you would have already seen it.”
He reached over a worktable to a shelf and pulled a new set of gloves out of a box.
Bosch helped turn the body over on the table. The back was coated in bloody fluid that had accumulated on the table, which had raised sides like a tray. Antons pulled down an overhead nozzle and sprayed the fluid off the body. Bosch saw the injury immediately. It was about five inches long and included minor surface scratching and slight bruising. There was a discernible pattern that was almost circular. It looked like a series of four crescent moons, repeating about an inch apart, scratched onto the shoulder above the scapula line. Each crescent was about two inches high.
The dread of recognition came over Bosch. He knew Chu was too young and new to the job to be familiar with the pattern. And Antons wouldn’t recognize it either. He had only been around a decade or so after coming from Madrid to attend UCLA’s med school and never going back.
“Did you check for petechial hemorrhaging?” Bosch asked.
“Of course,” Antons said. “There was none.”
Petechial hemorrhaging occurred in the blood vessels around the eyes during suffocation.
“Why do you ask about petechial hemorrhaging after seeing this abrasion on the back of the shoulder?” Antons asked.
Bosch shrugged.
“Just covering all the bases.”
Antons and Chu were both staring at him, expecting more. But he didn’t give it. They stood there silently for a long moment before Bosch moved on. He pointed to the abrasion on the body’s back.
“You said antemortem. How close to death are we talking about?”
“You see that the skin is broken. I took a culture. The histamine levels in the wounds indicate the injury occurred very close to death. I was telling Detective Chu, you need to go back to the hotel. He may have scratched his back on something while climbing over the balcony. You can see there is a pattern to the wound.”
Bosch knew the pattern already but wasn’t going to say anything yet.
“Climbing over the balcony? So you’re calling this a suicide?”
“Of course not. Not yet. It could be suicide. It could be accidental. There is follow-up needed. We’ll do the full toxicological scan, and this injury needs to be explained. You see the pattern. That should help you narrow it down at the hotel.”
“Did you check the hyoid?” Bosch asked.
Antons put his hands on his hips.
“Why would I check the hyoid on a jumper?”
“I thought you just said you weren’t ready to call him a jumper.”
Antons didn’t answer. He grabbed a scalpel from a rack.
“Help me turn him back over.”
“Wait,” Bosch said. “Can I get a picture of this first?”
“I took photos. They should be in the printer by now. You can pick them up on the way out.”
Bosch