The Bone Bed

eighteen

SHE PAUSES DURING A SPATTER OF LAUGHTER FROM people who are seated inside the courtroom, but the jurors aren’t amused, not one of them.

I don’t assume any such thing,” I answer.

Well, you were an hour and fifteen minutes late today, Dr. Scarpetta. If you include the time it took for Judge Conry to reprimand you, an hour and a half, and this courtroom won’t be adjourning before dark because of you.”

For which I continue to be apologetic, Ms. Donoghue. It was never my intention to disrespect the court. I was out in a boat at a death scene that demanded my attention.”

Suggesting that the dead are more important to you than the living?”

It would be incorrect to assume that. Life always takes precedence over death.”

But you work with the dead, do you not? Your patients are dead people, are they not?”

As a medical examiner,” I reply slowly, calmly, as I anticipate where this is headed, “it’s my job to investigate any sudden, unexpected, or violent death, and to determine the cause and manner of that death. In other words, what actually killed the person, and was it an accident, a suicide, a homicide, for example? So, yes, most people I examine are dead.”

Well, hopefully all of them are.”

More laughter, but the jurors are somber and listening intently. A heavy woman in a purple pantsuit sitting in the middle of the front row leans forward in her chair. She hasn’t taken her eyes off me, and on her left an older man dressed tidily in slacks and a pullover sweater has his head cocked to one side, as if trying to figure me out.

Jill Donoghue hasn’t offered any surprises yet. She’s trying to show me to be a cold-blooded peculiar woman who doesn’t give a shit about living people. Meaning I wouldn’t give a shit about her client Channing Lott.

Not everyone I examine is dead.” I’m speaking to the juror in purple, to the man next to her, and another juror in a blue suit. “At times I also examine living victims to determine if their injuries are consistent with information the police has been given.”

And where did you get the training to examine dead bodies and also the occasional living one? Where did you go to school? Let’s start with college.”

I went to Cornell University, and after graduation attended Johns Hopkins Medical School, then I attended Georgetown Law and after that returned to Hopkins to complete my residency in pathology. This was followed by a year’s forensic pathology fellowship at the Dade County Medical Examiner’s Office in Miami, Florida.”

It goes on. It is endless. For the better part of half an hour, Jill Donoghue interrogates me about every nuance of my education and training. Tedious questions about my time spent with the Armed Forces Institute of Pathology are followed by what I did while stationed at Walter Reed Army Medical Center in Washington, D.C., in the late eighties, before I was appointed chief medical examiner of Virginia and moved to Richmond. Then she digs into my more active involvement with the Department of Defense after 9-11, which ultimately led to my spending six months at Dover Air Force Base, where I learned computer tomography, or CT scans, to assist in autopsies.

Dan Steward doesn’t stir until she brings up Benton in a confrontational way, wanting to know if it’s true we met when I was the new chief medical examiner of Virginia and he was the chief of what then was called the Behavioral Science Unit at the FBI Academy in Quantico. She asks if it’s true that I was divorced at the time while he was married with three children.

I object,” Steward finally says.

I can’t help myself. I turn to look. He’s on his feet, his chair shoved back from the prosecution’s table, directly to the right of the lectern, where I see Donoghue leaning quite comfortably, quite casually, quite confidently.

Details about Dr. Scarpetta’s personal life are beyond the scope of what qualifies her as an expert medical examiner,” says Dan Steward, perhaps one of the most pathetic attorneys I’ve ever worked with, I decide.

Your Honor,” Donoghue addresses Judge Conry. “I respectfully offer that if it can be shown to the court that a witness has engaged in criminal or immoral or deceitful behavior, it absolutely is within the scope of what qualifies him or her to testify to alleged facts that could result in a defendant going to prison.”

Overruled. Ms. Donoghue, you may proceed.”

It’s now I know for a fact that this god who is judge has decided to consign me to his personal hell.

They’re having an affair, or want to.

I refrain from looking in his direction.

Isn’t it true, Dr. Scarpetta, that you started an intimate relationship with Benton Wesley while he was still married to someone else?” Jill Donoghue asks, and I have no choice but to answer.

I am alone.

I look at the faces of the men and women on the jury and say, “If by intimate you mean we fell in love with each other. Yes, we did. We’ve been together the better part of twenty years now, and are married.”

The woman juror in dark red nods, and Donoghue says, “So it would be fair to say that truth is whatever you decide it is.”

It would not be fair to say that.”

It would be fair to say that if someone is married, so what.”

That’s your opinion, not mine,” I reply, because Steward isn’t going to do a damn thing.

It would be fair to say you don’t honor the law but do as you please.”

It most assuredly would not be fair to say that,” I reply.

But Benton Wesley was married.”

He was.”

And you took him from his wife and three daughters.”

He divorced his wife. I did not take him from her or anyone.”

Dr. Scarpetta? Would it be accurate to say that truth is what you decide it is?” She tries again.

It would not be accurate to say that,” I repeat.

Was it accurate when you stated in an e-mail to Dan Steward that Channing Lott’s wife has turned into a bar of soap?”

That’s not what I said.”

I’m sorry. Then what did you say?”

On which occasion?”

Well, let me produce the e-mail,” she replies.

It appears on the flat screens around the room, the e-mail addresses in it blacked out, redacted, and she asks me if I recognize what I’m seeing, and I do, and then she reads it out loud:

Dan—

To answer your question in general and by no means specifically about Mildred Lott. If a body were dumped in the ocean near Gloucester in March and remained submerged in cold water for months, hydrolysis and hydrogenation of the fatty cells that compose subcutaneous fat tissues would result in the formation of bacterial-resistant adipocere, a postmortem artifact that basically turns a body into soap.

Do you remember e-mailing that to Dan Steward, Dr. Scarpetta?”

I don’t remember those exact words.”

What do you remember, then?”

I remember telling Mr. Steward that if a body remains submerged in cold water for a period of weeks or months, the result would be a process of decomposition known as saponification.”

Turning into soap,” she emphasizes.

In a manner of speaking.”

Not in a manner of speaking, Dr. Scarpetta. That’s what you said in this e-mail, correct?”

I believe I said ‘basically turns into soap.’”

Just to clarify, can a dead human body literally turn into soap under any circumstances?” she asks.

Hydrolysis of fats and oils in the human body can indeed yield a crude soap. Also known as grave wax because of the way it looks.”

And the formation of this soap, or grave wax or adipocere, doesn’t happen overnight, correct?” she asks.

That’s correct. It can take weeks or months, depending on the temperature and other conditions.”

Which leads me to what’s been all over the news today.” Of course she was going to get to that. “The body you recovered from the water almost in view of where we are sitting? Indeed, if you walk outside this courtroom and look through those huge windows you can almost see where you were on the Coast Guard boat but a few hours ago, correct?”

That’s correct.”

Do you know the identity of this dead woman whose body you pulled out of the water several hours ago?”

At this time I don’t,” I answer, and of course Dan Steward is letting her get away with it.

Do you know how old she is?”

No.”

Can you estimate?”

I haven’t examined her yet.”

But you’ve obviously seen the body,” Donoghue continues. “You must have an opinion.”

I haven’t formed any opinions yet.”

The body is that of an adult female, correct?” She keeps going because Steward isn’t stopping her.

That’s correct.”

Older than sixteen? Older than eighteen?”

It’s safe to say the body is that of a mature adult female,” I reply.

Possibly in her fifties?”

I don’t know her age at this time.”

I repeat the word possible. Is it possible she’s in her late forties, in her fifties.”

It’s possible.”

With long white or platinum-blond hair.”

That’s correct.”

Dr. Scarpetta, are you aware that Mildred Lott is fifty and has long, very platinum-blond hair?”

Speaking of her in the present tense, as if she’s not dead. If she’s not dead, then her husband couldn’t have had anything to do with murdering her.

I’m vaguely aware of her age and that her hair has been described as platinum blond,” I reply.

With the court’s permission, at this time I’d like to play footage from Fox News that shows Dr. Scarpetta pulling this body out of the Massachusetts Bay earlier today.”

If jurors even consider the body is Mildred Lott, they won’t believe she could have been murdered more than six months ago.

I’d like to access this Fox News footage on the Internet and play it on the flat screens in the courtroom so everybody can see what I’m talking about.”

Dan Steward’s case is cooked.

Your Honor, I object,” Steward says.

I glance back at him, and he is on his feet again and looks more bewildered than angry.

On what grounds, Mr. Steward?” The judge’s face is stony, and he sounds annoyed.

On the grounds that playing such news footage is irrelevant and immaterial.”

Your Honor, quite to the contrary,” Donoghue argues. “The footage absolutely is relevant.”

I’m also very much bothered by the fact that a segment of Fox News, or any televised news, is edited,” Steward says to the judge. “And not edited by police but by a television network or show.”

And you know for a fact what Ms. Donoghue wants to show the court was edited?” the judge asks.

My assumption is it would have to have been edited, Your Honor. News programs aren’t in the habit of showing raw uncut footage. I’m asking that you prohibit this videotaped footage and any such footage during this trial.”

Could you be any weaker? I think, with frustration.

Generally, TV shows aren’t admissible.” The judge sounds bored. “What is your point, Ms. Donoghue?”

My point is very simple, Your Honor. The footage edited or otherwise shows very clearly the dead body of what appears to be an older woman who had been submerged in cold water and certainly didn’t, quote, turn into soap.”

Your Honor, this is ridiculous. This is a stunt,” Steward protests in his irritating voice.

May I continue, Your Honor?” Donoghue asks.

If you must.”

So either Dr. Scarpetta’s statement about what happens to a dead body after it’s been submerged in cold water is incorrect or the dead body she just recovered from the bay earlier today is some older woman who hasn’t been dead and submerged in the water for an extended period of time. Your Honor, let’s just be blunt. How do we know this dead body that’s just turned up isn’t Mildred Lott? And if it might be Mildred Lott, then my client certainly couldn’t have killed her, since he’s been in jail for the last five months, held without bond, because Mr. Steward unfairly convinced the court that Channing Lott is a flight risk because of his wealth.”

Your Honor, she’s turning this trial into a carnival!” Steward exclaims.

The video clip is less than half a minute long, Your Honor. I’m only interested in showing a close-up of the dead body as Dr. Scarpetta is swimming with it to the Coast Guard boat.”

I’m going to overrule your objection, Mr. Steward,” the judge says. “Let’s watch the video and try to move on so we’re not here until midnight.”