activity seemed to display a purpose。 It would take time； he told himself； to distinguish the sheep from the goats。 The city traffic was light； and in any case； people didn‘t linger on these streets。 Kelly looked left and right to see that the other drivers‘ eyes were locked forward； shutting out what lay around them； just as he had once done； stopping uneasily for red lights they couldn‘t fortably run and hitting the gas hard when the lights changed。 Hoping that they could leave it all behind； that the problems here would stay here and never move outward to where the good people lived。 In that sense it was a reversal of Vietnam； wasn‘t it？ There the bad things were out in the boonies； and you wanted to keep them from moving in。 Kelly realized that he‘d e home to see the same kind of lunacy and the same kind of failure in a very different kind of place。 And he‘d been as guilty and as foolish as everyone else。
The Scout turned left； heading south past another hospital； a large white one。 Business district； banks and offices； courthouse； city hall； a good part of town where good people came in daylight； leaving quickly at night； all together because there was safety in their hurried numbers。 Well…policed； because without these people and their merce； the city would surely die。 Or something like that。 Maybe it wasn‘t a question of life or death at all； but merely of speed。
Only a mile and a half； Kelly wondered。 That much？ He‘d have to check a map。 A dangerously short distance in any case between these people and what they feared。 Stopped at an intersection； he could see a long way； because city streets； like firebreaks； offered long and narrow views。 The light changed and he moved on。
Springer was in her accustomed place； twenty minutes later。 Kelly assembled his things and went aboard。 Ten minutes after that； the diesels were chugging away； the air conditioning was on； and he was back in his little white bubble of civilization； ready to cast off。 Off of pain medications and feeling the need for a beer and some relaxation … just the symbolic return to normality … he nevertheless left the alcohol alone。 His left shoulder was distressingly stiff despite his having been able to use it； after a fashion； for almost a week。 He walked around the main salon； swinging his arms in wide circles； and wincing from the pain on the left side； before heading topside to cast off。 Murdock came out to watch； but said nothing from the door into his office。 Kelly‘s experience had made the papers； though not the involvement with Раm； which somehow the reporters had failed to connect。 The fuel tanks were topped off； and all the boat‘s systems appeared to be operating； but there was no bill for whatever the yard had done。
Kelly‘s line…handling was awkward as his left arm refused to do the things his mind manded in the usual timely fashion。 Finally； the lines were slipped； and Springer headed out。 After clearing the yacht basin； Kelly settled into the salon control station； steering a straight course out to the Bay in the fort of the air conditioning and the security of the enclosed cabin。 Only after clearing the shipping channel an hour later did he look away from the water。 A soft drink chased two Tylenol down his throat。 That was the only drug he‘d allowed himself for the last three days。 He leaned back in the captain‘s chair and opened the envelope Sam had left him； while the autopilot drove the boat south。
Only the photos had been left out。 He‘d seen one of them； and that one had been enough。 A handwritten cover note … every page in the envelope was a photocopy； not an original … showed that the professor of pathology had gotten the copies from his friend； the state medical examiner； and could Sam please be careful how he handled this。 Kelly couldn‘t read the signature。
The ‘wrongful death‘ and ‘homicide‘ blocks on the cover sheet were both checked。 The cause of death； the report said； was manual strangulation； with a deep； narrow set of ligature marks about the victim‘s neck。 The severity and depth of the ligature marks suggested that brain death had occurred from oxygen deprivation even before the crushed larynx terminated airflow to the lungs。 Striations on the skin suggested that the instrument used was probably a shoestring； and from bruises that appeared to e from the knuckles of a large…handed man about the throat； that the killer had faced the supine victim while performing the act。 Beyond that； the report went on for five single…spaced pages； the victim had been subjected to violent and extensive traumatic insult prior to death； all of which was cataloged at length in dry medical prose。 A separate form noted that she had been raped； further that the genital area showed definite signs of bruising and other abuse。 An unusually large quantity of semen was still evident in her vagina upon her discovery and autopsy； indicating that the killer had not been alone in raping the victim。 （‘Blood types 0＋； 0… and AB…； per attached serology report。‘） Extensive cuts and bruises about the hands and forearms were termed ‘defensive…classical。‘ Pam had fought for her life。 Her jaw had been broken； along with three other bones； one of them a pound fracture of the left ulna。 Kelly had to set the report down； staring at the horizon before reading on。 His hands didn‘t shake； and he didn‘t utter a word； but he needed to look away from the cold medical terminology。
‘As you can see from the photos； Sam；‘ the handwritten page at the back said； ‘this was something from a couple of really sick folks。 It was deliberate torture。 It must have taken hours to do all this。 One thing the report leaves out。 Check Photo #6。 Her hair was bed or brushed out； probably； almost certainly postmortem。 The pathologist who handled the case missed it somehow。 He‘s a youngster。 （Alan was out of town when she came in； or I‘m sure he would have handled it himself。） It seems a little odd； but it‘s clear from the photo。 Funny how you can miss the obvious things。 It was probably his first case like this； and probably he was too focused on listing the major insults to notice something so minor。 I gather you knew the girl。 I‘m sorry； my friend。 Brent；‘ the page was signed； more legibly than the cover sheet。 Kelly slid the package back into the envelope。
He opened a drawer in the console and removed a box of 。45 ACP ammunition； loading the two magazines for his automatic； which went back into the drawer。 There were few things more useless than an unloaded pistol。 Next he went into the galley and found the largest can on the shelves。 Sitting back down at the control station； he held the can in his left hand； and continued what he‘d been doing for almost a week； working the can like a dumbbell； up and down； in and out； weling the pain； savoring it while his eyes swept the surface of the water。
‘Never again； Johnnie…boy；‘ he said aloud in a conversational tone。 ‘We‘re not going to make any more mistakes。 Not ever。‘
The C…141 landed at Pope Air Force Base； adjacent to Fort Bragg； North Carolina； soon after lunch； ending a routine flight that had originated over eight thousand miles away。 The four…engine jet transport touched down rather hard。 The cr