Kay Erwin, epidemiologist at Seattle Public Health Hospital, had declared it shellfish poisoning and the cops had quickly lost interest. Peyton McKean, however, was of a different mindset. Bundled in his green canvas field coat, olive canvas safari-style fedora, and plaid cashmere scarf against the cold and wet of the day, he moved around the lot quickly, getting the lay of what had happened forty-eight hours before. As he did so he interrogated a young uniformed cop, rapid fire, while the officer rolled up the crime scene tape. “The body lay here?” McKean asked, his leather-gloved hands drawing an imaginary oblong line around a spot in the middle of the damp gravel. “Uh huh,” the officer answered, stashing tape in a black garbage bag. “And the victim’s pickup, parked here?” McKean sawed a transect line from the concrete parking bumpers out into the lot with his long-fingered hands. “‘At’s right.”
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