Summer's Inferno

Chapter One - Klempner Incoming on my mobile... I check the screen. Will Stanton... Looking for a progress report perhaps? Got good news for him, then... I tap in. “Yes, Commissioner. What can I...?” “Klempner, there’s been another murder.” Crap... “Send me the location. I’ll be there ASAP.” “Sending now.” I glance toward James, who raises questioning brows, then around the group. “My apologies everyone,” I say. “I have to leave. But I’d like to come back later if I may, to talk.” The hooker in the glitter-dress inhales from her cigarette, then blowing smoke, shrugs. “We’re not goin’ nowhere.” She cants her head, expression tightening. “What is it? What’s wrong?” “I’m told there’s been another murder by the killer they’re calling the Surgeon. I need to go find out what’s happening.” “Yeah?” She draws again, looks away, looks back. “Well, go do what you have to do now, but then, you come back here to ask your questions.” “I will.” Michael, thumbs hooked in pockets, doesn’t speak, but his expression is sombre. “You want company?” says James. “No, I want you to stay with Jenny and make sure that...” My daughter’s eyes flash... I nod James toward her. “... Just stay here.” He glances toward her, lifts his chin, lowers his lids. “I take your point. Stay in touch.” ***** * * * * I’M NOT FAR FROM THE site. This time, it’s a parking lot. Police cars are squealing in as I arrive, joining the massed vehicles already here. Their combined light casts a bizarre blue flicker over the scene. It’s easy enough to locate the crime scene. The area’s being cordoned off as I approach: yellow tape stringing across. Police Line - Do Not Cross. As I try to pass, “Can’t you read?” snaps a uniformed officer. “I’m expected. Commissioner Stanton called me.” He c***s a disbelieving eyebrow. “Name?” “Lars Waterman.” A voice booms out. “Let him through.” The officer twists. “Sir?” It’s Stanton, grim-faced, waving me in. “I called him. Let him pass.” The officer scowls, but steps aside. *****