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     were listening, Harry. You might have to testify to this one day. To back me up.”
    “I doubt it,” Bosch said. “They don’t like boring juries to death.”
    Salazar started the small circular saw that was used to open the skull. It sounded like a dentist’s drill. Bosch turned back
     to the shoes. They were well oiled and cared for. The rubber soles showed only modest wear. Stuck in one of the deep grooves
     of the tread of the right shoe was a white stone. Bosch pried it out with the scalpel. It was a small chunk of cement. He
     thought of the white dust in the rug in Meadows’s closet. He wondered if the dust or the chunk from the shoe tread could be
     matched to the concrete that had guarded the WestLand Bank’s vault. But if the shoes were so well cared for, could the chunk
     have been in the tread for nine months since the vault break-in? It seemed unlikely. Perhaps it was from his work on the subway
     project. If he actually had such a job. Bosch slipped the chunk of cement into a small plastic envelope and put it in his
     pocket with the others he had collected throughout the day.
    Salazar said, “Examination of the head and cranial contents reveals no trauma or underlying pathological disease conditions
     or congenital anomalies. Harry, I’m going to do the finger now.”
    Bosch put the shoes back in their plastic bag and returned to the autopsy table as Salazar placed an X ray of Meadows’s left
     hand on a light window on the wall.
    “See here, these fragments?” he said as he traced small, sharp white spots on the negative. There were three of them near
     the fractured joint. “If this was an old break, these would, over time, have moved into the joint. There is no scarring discernible
     on the X ray but I am going to take a look.”
    He went to the body and used a scalpel to make a T-incision in the skin on the top of the finger joint. He then folded the
     skin back and dug around with the scalpel in the pink meat, saying, “No …no…nothing. This was post, Harry. You think it could
     have been one of my people?”
    “I don’t know,” Bosch said. “Doesn’t look like it. Sakai said he and his sidekick were careful. I know I didn’t do it. How
     come there’s no damage to the skin?”
    “That is an interesting point. I don’t know. Somehow the finger was broken without the exterior being damaged. I can’t answer
     that one. But it shouldn’t have been too hard to do. Just grab the finger and yank down. Provided you have the stomach for
     it. Like so.”
    Salazar went around the table. He lifted Meadows’s right hand and yanked the finger backward. He couldn’t get the leverage
     needed and couldn’t break the joint.
    “Harder than I thought,” he said. “Perhaps the digit was struck with a blunt object of some kind. One that did not blemish
     the skin.”
    When Sakai came in with the slides fifteen minutes later, the autopsy was completed and Salazar was sewing Meadows’s chest
     closed with thick, waxed twine. He then used an overhead hose to spray debris off the body and wet down the hair. Sakai bound
     the legs together and the arms to the body with rope, to prevent them from moving during the different stages of rigor. Bosch
     noticed that the rope cut across the tattoo on Meadows’s arm, across the rat’s neck.
    Using his thumb and forefinger, Salazar closed Meadows’s eyes.
    “Take him to the box,” he said to Sakai. Then to Bosch, “Let’s take a look at these slides. This seemed odd to me because
     the hole was bigger than your normal scag spike and its location, in the chest, was unusual.
    “The puncture is clearly antemortem, possibly perimortem — there was only slight hemorrhaging. But the wound is not scabbed
     over. So we’re talking shortly before, or even during death. Maybe the cause of death, Harry.”
    Salazar took the slides to a microscope that was on the counter at the back of the room. He chose one of the slides and put
     it on the