paused. âLook, weâve been told to make the transfer as soon as possible. In my experience, that means weâve got two days with the body parts in our custody. Can you do an exam and a report for me in that time?â
âCould you provide X-ray facilities?â
âSure.â
She thought about this. Then she asked, âHow will this be cleared?â
âDonât have to clear it; the materialâs in our custody.â
âYouâve got cold storage?â
He nodded. âBig enough for this case anyway.â
Jayne was silent for another moment, looking into the distance toward the ivory bulk of County-USC Hospital and the summer-drawn smog blanket above East LA. She felt small against the spread of the city and the thought of how many millions of people it took to make that haze by driving cars, smoking cigarettes, manning factories, wielding leaf blowers. Living. Then she thought about the paupersâ graves the county funded to bury the overflow bodies that had never been identified. She thought about the body parts from the freeway ending up there, with only some taxpayer-funded strangers to say a few words for them.
âOK, count us in,â she said.
FOUR
J ayne knew she was the first one back at the Agency when Scott dropped her off because Carolâs âOut to Lunchâ sign was still hanging on the front door. The phone started to ring as she walked in. She picked it up at Carolâs desk.
âThis is Ron from A-One Electrics?â
Jayne wondered if he was asking her or telling her. She sat down in Carolâs chair. âHow can I help you?â
âYeah, Iâm calling about the generator?â
âThe generator?â
âYeah!â Chewing gum snapped and clicked. âIâve got a . . . uh . . . two-stroke Give-All generator with shut-off switch to deliver and I just need to confirm your address.â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âOh, if youâre worried about the installation, thatâs all included.â He sounded pleased.
âThatâs nice but I didnât order a generator and neither has anyone else at this address, to my knowledge.â
âWell, maâam, Iâve got the receipt right here.â
âSo who ordered it?â
âLetâs see ââ snap-snap-pop â âI donât have a name on the requisition sheet but thereâs a note about angles.â
âANGLES? Is it an acronym?â
âOr, âangelsâ? âAngels flightâ?â
âWhat?â Jayne stood up so abruptly she almost yanked the phone off the desk by its cord as she looked to see if Scott was still in the parking lot.
âYou still there, maâam? It is all paid for.â
She straightened the phone. âRon. Iâm going to put you on hold for a minute.â
She punched the hold button and dialed out on another line.
âHouston.â He was on speakerphone and she could hear ambient noise in the background.
âScott, Iâve got a guy on the other line asking me where I want my new generator. You know anything about this?â
âNo-o-o.â
âNo?â Jayne was incredulous and her words came out like bullets. âI find that very hard to believe because he just told me that itâs for âangels flightâ. Now thatâs too much coincidence in my book.â
âLetâs say I do know something about it. Why are you so angry?â
âYou canât just turn up here and start giving me gifts!â
âLet me reassure you right now that I donât think the way to a womanâs heart is through gas-powered machinery. Itâs for the Agency.â
Jayne was too hot under the collar to feel mortified. âI know that ! What I meant was, you canât just give me gifts for the Agency. Weâre governed by five-oh-one C three regulations. And, dammit