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"No ID anywhere around hi, no clothes, no nothing at all"

His arles, as if he’d been thrown or fallen frorilled ceiling "We’ve got to check with the Park Service, see about access" Had soabove Lincoln’s head? He didn’t see anything broken or unusual about the grills

"Ben, does he look familiar to you?"

Detective Ben Raven studied the face "Hard to tell, he’s so messed up" He looked up quickly, said in a sharp voice, hard and clear as glass, "Hey, buddy, back off No photos This is a crime scene"

Savich wondered how many photos had already been snapped with cell phones or even with zoom lenses and uploaded to YouTube and Facebook, emailed to friends and fa color were everywhere now It ain"

Ben again studied the young ot to say he wasn’t dressed for the weather Looks to me like most every bone in his body is broken You think he was thrown from up there?" He jerked his head upward

They both turned when the four-person FBI forensic team came up the steps of the memorial, with them Dr Ambrose Hardy, the FBI medical examiner from Quantico

Hardy was as skinny as his favorite fishing pole, his face covered with a thick black beard, like soray in his beard added to the effect

"Savich," Dr Hardy said, not looking at hi I like to see on a beautiful Saturday " He knelt down beside the boy

"Hey, Dillon, you look both hot and cold Isn’t it sad how that works?" He grinned up at Ms Mary Lou Tyler, supervisor of the FBI forensic teae, she was still a seasoned flirt She knelt down beside Dr Hardy "Geez, this isn’t how I planned to spend , either, Ambrose"

"None of us did," Savich said, turned, and saw Sherlock running up the steps toward him He said, "Ben, do you want to be in on this?"

Ben looked back at the thin shattered body "Yeah," he said, "I do Let time employee of the Park Service, nauys to keep him warm in his squad car"

Sherlock had her creds out so the cops in her path parted easily as she walked quickly to Savich and went down on her knees beside Mary Lou Tyler and Dr Hardy The tos, carefully, coic that happened when she re-created a cried for effect, to focus public attention Leaving him in front of Lincoln is a touch of draood choice, really

"He was dead when his killer tossed hih blood with all his injuries for him to have died here" She looked up "So how could this work? I can’t see the killer cli up access stairs sixty feet up, the boy over his shoulder It had to be somewhere else Actually, I doubt there’s any access to the ceiling"

Dr Hardy said, "I agree these look like massive deceleration injuries, Sherlock, such as a fall from several stories"

Sherlock rose and dusted off her hands on her pants "Yeah, but not here, which e, where he arranged him just so" She stared silently down at the broken body "He’s so young This is such a waste, such a horrible, needless waste" She shivered, tucked a hank of curly hair back beneath her wool cap "Dr Hardy, can you tell us anything else about hireat deal I’d say he was placed here within the last twelve hours; that’s as close as I can get since he’s frozen He was alive when he suffered the visible injuries to his face and head We’ll know at autopsy whether any of his other injuries were postmortem I’ll have more for you this afternoon"

She said, "Thank you, Dr Hardy We’ll leave hio see Danny Franks"

As they carefully h the heavy snon the steps of the memorial, Savich asked her, "Sean’s okay?"