I stare at the tuna fish: somewhere inside all this mayonnaise and pickle relish are shreds of a once-living animal. I imagine its flash in water, the articulated scales, its bright fish-mind. I try not to think about things like this. I try to just eat lunch, like Pia was always saying, arms folded, gazing away from the table.
Sylvie rubs her forehead with the flat of her palms. Its not normal at all. Its kind of bizarre.
Are we getting bloodstains? Prints? Margo asks. Her kids are still smallAmahl and Fareed. She carries their baby photos in her wallet; sometimes they wait for her in the corridor after school. Frank, the Lab manager, gives Amahl colored chalks and red pens and lets him draw in his notepads. Hes a good kid, cross-legged on the floor, head lowered to his work.
Everythings clean, Alyce says. I mean, as far as I know. No unusual prints. Nothing in the autopsy reports.
But of course, we all know that the investigators wouldnt bother sending cribs into the evidence room unless someone on the scene thought there was something irregular. It could be any fluky thing at alla strange response from one of the family, a odd smell in the air, or just the simple desire to double-check everything. Cribs are unusual, but they were still just a few more items in the mountain of evidence we have to analyze every day. You get inured to things in a crime lab, and SIDS is such a commonplace tragedy. Sudden Infant Death is defined by its mysterious naturethe examiner applies it to any unexplained infant death under age one. When the cribs came in, I assumed that the SIDS diagnosis was correct and that there really wasnt any need to give them more than a cursory going-over. I tracked the whirling ridges of mothers hands, babies rudimentary printsso rarely do babies leave real traces, swimming through their cradles on their backs, hands and feet waving empty.
If I were her, Margo says, quietly and deliberately, and I thought there was even a possibility of someone having done what I thought theyd done. Id hire a professional.
Alyce makes a breathy impatient sound. She stares at the takeout salad she orders every day from the student services building a block up State. Somewhere in her early fifties (she never tells), Alyce specializes in forensic chemistry; she helped start the original Lab twenty years ago for the cityback when the county and city had separate labs. And Sylvietrace evidencestarted six years later. Sylvies 36 and swears that if she doesnt find a husband this year, shes going to go to a sperm bank.
The four of us have worked together, sharing the same office room and lab space for years. Its an odd arrangementthey brought Alyce over from Toxicology to temporarily head up the management of Trace Evidence and she just stayed on. Sometimes it seems that things are decent between us, all systems go. But often, tensions rise upAlyce and Margo especially like to fling tiny lightning bolts at each other. Margo hints that Alyce should head back to her own division and leave Trace to people who know whats going on. Alyce says its better to have an outsider manage an office because theyre more objective; then shell intimate that Margo is a prima donna and that she spoils her children. Margo says that until someone arranges to bear and raise a baby they basically dont know the first thing about anything.
Sylvie leans over her limp bologna sandwich and says, What? You mean like hire a private eye?
A bunch of retired rent-a-cops. Christ, those guys arent gonna be able to help you, Alyce says. Do you know what those people charge?
Reprinted from Origin by Diana Abu-Jaber. Copyright (c) 2007 by Diana Abu-Jaber. With permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc.
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