she had requested the Mini Crimescope. Under its UV lamp, a whole new array of evidence might become visible.
“We’re about ready here,” said Mick. “Now we need to get this room as dark as possible.” He looked at Korsak. “Can you start by turning off those hall lights, Detective Korsak?”
“Wait. What about goggles?” said Korsak. “That UV light’s gonna blast my eyes, right?”
“At the wavelengths I’m using, it won’t be all that harmful.”
“I’d like a pair, anyway.”
“They’re in that case. There’s goggles for everyone.”
Rizzoli said, “I’ll get the hall lights.” She walked out of the room and flipped the switches. When she returned, Korsak and Mick were still standing as far apart as possible, as though afraid of exchanging some communicable disease.
“So which areas are we focusing on?” said Mick.
“Let’s start at that end, where the victim was found,” said Rizzoli. “Move outward from there. The whole room.”
Mick glanced around. “You’ve got a beige area rug over there. It’s probably going to fluoresce. And that white couch is gonna light up under UV, too. I just want to warn you, it’ll be tough to spot anything against that background.” He glanced at Korsak, who was already wearing his goggles and now looked like some pathetic middle-aged loser trying to appear cool in wraparound sunglasses.
“Hit those room lights,” said Mick. “Let’s see how dark we can get it in here.”
Korsak flipped the switch, and the room dropped into darkness. Starlight shone in faintly through the large uncurtained windows, but there was no moon and the backyard’s thick trees blocked out the lights of neighboring houses.
“Not bad,” said Mick. “I can work with this. Better than some crime scenes, where I’ve had to crawl around under a blanket. You know, they’re developing imaging systems that can be used in daylight. One of these days, we won’t have to stumble around like blind men in the dark.”
“Can we cut to the chase and get started?” Korsak snapped.
“I just thought you’d be interested in some of this technology.”
“Some other time, okay?”
“Whatever,” said Mick, unruffled.
Rizzoli slipped on her goggles as the Crimescope’s blue light came on. The eerie glow of fluorescing shapes appeared like ghosts in the dark room, the rug and the couch bouncing back light as Mick had predicted. The blue light moved toward the opposite wall, where Dr. Yeager’s corpse had been sitting, and bright slivers glowed on the wall.
“Kind of pretty, isn’t it?” said Mick.
“What is that?” asked Korsak.
“Strands of hair, adhering to the blood.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s
real
pretty.”
“Shine it on the floor,” said Rizzoli. “That’s where it’ll be.”
Mick aimed the UV lens downward, and a new universe of revealed fibers and hairs glowed at their feet.
Trace evidence that the initial vacuuming by the CSU had left behind.
“The more intense the light source, the more intense the fluorescence,” said Mick as he scanned the floor. “That’s why this unit is so great. At four hundred watts, it’s bright enough to pick up everything. The FBI bought seventy-one of these babies. It’s so compact, you can bring it on a plane as a carry-on.”
“What are you, some techno freak?” said Korsak.
“I like cool gadgets. I was an engineering major.”
“You were?”
“Why do you sound so surprised?”
“I didn’t think guys like you were into that stuff.”
“Guys like me?”
“I mean, the earring and all. You know.”
Rizzoli sighed. “Open mouth, insert foot.”
“What?” said Korsak. “I’m not putting them down or anything. I just happen to notice that not many of them go into engineering. More like theater and the arts and stuff. I mean, that’s
good
. We
need
artists.”
“I went to U. Mass,” said Mick, refusing to take offense. He continued to scan the floor. “Electrical engineering.”
“Hey,
Hilda Newman and Tim Tate