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.It was no time to be squeamish but hordes of squealing rats were hard to ignore.She opened the box and switched the sonic meter on.The arrow wavered, dipped to zero, then shot up to five hundred decibels.Flat buzzing was emitted from the box, echoing off the dripping sewer walls.“It’s a good thing this frequency is only audible to animal ears,” she said.Rene looked dubious.“Do they get hypnotized like deer?” he asked as the rats remained staring at them.“I doubt it,” she said and shivered.These rats were the size of rabbits.She wedged the sonic box into a pocket in the backpack, then secured it with Velcro holding straps.She had neglected to mention that the range had been shown effective at about two meters to repel penned canines.No studies had been done in wet underground conditions with rodents.She also pushed aside the thought that they could be rabid.Rene turned slowly, his beams illuminating clumps of glistening brown fur and hairless tails, littered down the long sewer.She consulted her sewer map.The brown stained concrete wall had a white indicator number with an arrow painted on it.“Let’s go,” she said.As they trudged along in the continuous sludgy stream, Aimee pulled her ventilation mask over her mouth and adjusted Rene’s for him.The smell wasn’t so bad if they did that.Their footfalls echoed with the continuous drip from the clay pipes draining from the streets above.Behind them scurried an army of rats, their tails slapping the walls, maybe two meters behind them.They covered three blocks in five minutes, but the rats were gaining on them.“Even with you driving, Rene,” she said.“We couldn’t get this far so fast.”Up ahead, the wet brown walls dripped with rivulets of rusty slime from a ten-foot-diameter netted pipe.Aimee pulled out her wire cutters from inside her jumpsuit and started cutting.Loud squealing sounded nearby.“No way am I going to crawl in there,” Rene protested.“I go through enough shit in a day as it is.”“It’s not exactly what you think it is, Rene,” she said, cutting through the thick wire.“It’s not a toilet drain.”“Well, the smell could fool me,” he said.“What is it?”“The waste-station chute and the only way into the morgue,” she said, helping him slide into the gaping hole she’d cut.“Oddest break-in I’ve ever done,” he muttered.“Maybe a little blood or fluids that have been hosed down from the embalming tables might find their way down here,” she said.“But it’s all diluted.”“Makes me glad I haven’t eaten today,” Rene said, slowly climbing up the wet steel rungs, using his good arm.Aimee pressed a button and the waste chute’s hinged metal cover swung open.She pulled Rene up and realized they had climbed into a large storage closet.Mops, vacuums, and industrial cleansers took up most of the space.Several blue lab coats, worn by maintenance, were hanging from hooks along with plastic hair nets and rubber gloves.She stripped to her black leotard, donned the lab attire, and put her jumpsuit in the trash.She pulled Rene’s boots off.He slipped on sneakers.“We’ll leave out the back door after I do a fingerprint match, OK?” Aimee whispered and looked at her watch.“With your help, it should take fifteen minutes.”“Why couldn’t we have come in the back?” Rene said.“Police guard,” she said.“I wanted to time it for a shift change but that got complicated.We’re in and out and no one knows the difference.”“Why the morgue?” he said.“After we finish, I count on finding Sarah in the catacombs right behind the morgue wall.”Inside the morgue, only one of the fluorescent strips of light flickered in the hallway, the rest had burned out.The abattoir green tiled walls echoed with their footsteps.She pulled open a stainless-steel-handled door labeled PERSONNEL ONLY.The vaulted room reeked of formaldehyde and was frosty cold.Gray-sheeted bodies were laid on wooden plank platforms, only their toes visible, each with a numbered yellow plastic tag.The scene reminded her of some fifteenth century medical print.The only things missing were the leeches and incisions permitting evil vapors to leave the body.Aimee pushed open another swing door.The scales used to weigh organs hung suspended from the ceiling on metal chains.A corpse lay on a stainless-steel table, angled over the floor drain: a female, young, with long brown hair and discolored needle tracks along her hands and arms.She’d been slit from chest to pubic bone and sewed back together with black thread, harshly outlined against her chalk white skin.The top flap of her skull had been sewn back on but her hairline was too close to her temples.Sad, Aimee thought, and a pretty bad job.They usually tried for the parents.Maybe there weren’t any.She made her tone businesslike.“The medical examiner’s computer should be through there.” She popped Nicorette gum into her mouth and pointed down the dim hallway.“Breaking and entering used to be more fun than this,” Rene said and stopped.The hallway plunged into darkness.“Where’s the light timer?” She groped along the rough wall for the switch.Finally she found it and flipped it on.Ahead of her on the medical examiner’s door was the biggest lock she’d ever seen.Early Saturday EveningTHIERRY PUSHED SARAH PAST the bushes bordering the Square Georges-Cain into the dark hole obscured by the decaying pillar.He shoved her forward, forcing her to climb down half-rotten timbers.Inside a bone-pocked cavern, smelling of mold and decay, he motioned for her to sit down.“Remember this?” he said.He shone the flashlight beam over the crumbling catacomb walls.Cistern water dripped down into black, oily puddles.Her body shook.“How do you know about this place?”Thierry held the fax he’d stolen from Aimee’s office with Sarah’s picture: her tar swastika, her shaved skull, and him as a baby in her arms.Sarah’s face fell.“Nom de Dieu!” she said.“Where did you find that?”He remained silent, lit a candle, and pulled out a strip of silver duct tape.“What’s going on?” she asked uneasily [ Pobierz całość w 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