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I rolled my eyes and threw a sigh. Or don't you? You have to figure that one out. He gave me a salute and said, "Yes, ma'am, Sergeant Boxer, ma'am. And could you put in for a sense of humor? I gave him a little shove, and he laughed some more, and we kept walking up the incline, passing cars that were inching forward and passengers who were getting out, shouting curses into the fog.

My cell phone rang again. Claire said, "Hurry up, okay?

I can't hold off the damned Bridge Authority much longer. The tow truck is here. From what I could see, a late-model red Jeep had lost control in the outside northbound lane and then careered across five lanes before hitting the walkway barrier and slamming into the railing, which was bulging to accommodate the Jeep's front end.

All but one lane had been closed, and a narrow ribbon of traffic was open to alternating northbound and southbound traffic that crawled past the Jeep, which was swallowed by fog up to its tail lights. I saw people I knew from the ME's Office shooting pictures of the accident. A traffic cop heaved over the railing. At the same time, a tow truck was pulling into position to remove the Jeep, in prep for reopening the road, the only thoroughfare between San Francisco and Sausalito.

A Bridge Authority uni checked out our badges and called out, "Dr.

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Washburn, you got company. Welcome to some kind of crazy. Let me give you the tour. The windshield had exploded outward, the front end was crushed accordion-style, and as I peered into the passenger compartment, my scalp actually crawled.

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I've seen a lot of gruesome scenes in my fourteen years in Homicide, and this one vaulted to the top of the "most gruesome" list. I mean, number one. Two adults, white male in the driver's seat, white female in the passenger seat, both looked to be in their late teens or early twenties. Their arms were akimbo and their heads thrown back, mouths open in silent screams.

But what drew my attention directly were the victims' midsections, which were gaping, bloody holes. And I could see where the blood and guts had gone. The driver's side was plastered with bits of human debris mixed with fragments of clothing and other detritus I couldn't identify.

One air bag was draped over the steering wheel.

The other covered the passenger from the thighs down. Claire said, "We've got blood and particles of human tissue stuck all over everywhere.

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We've got damage to the seat belts and the dashboard and the instrument panel, and that's a button projectile stuck in the visor. Also, we've got a dusting of particulate from the air bags sugaring everything. What a desperate way to kill yourself.

Look at this," Claire said. She got an arm around the passenger and leaned the young woman's body forward. I saw spinal tissue, bone, and blood against the back of the seat. My morning coffee was now threatening to climb out of my throat, and the air around me seemed to get very bright.

I turned away, took a couple of deep breaths, and when I turned back, I had the presence of mind to say, "So, this bomb, or should I say bombs plural, blew all the way through the bodies? That's why my premature but still educated opinion is that we're looking at a bomb that exploded from inside the abdomen. Abdomens, plural.

Traffic cops were taking crap from irate drivers, and TV choppers buzzed overhead like houseflies circling a warm apple pie. The tow truck operator called out in my direction, "Hey. Like, can someone extract the victims? How many copies would you like to buy?

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