"And why not?" Talley posed it almost as if it were a rhetorical question. "Because he knew he was had. He altered his tattoo. He chose a small port where no one was likely to look for a stowaway." Talley looked at me. "Richmond was a good choice. There are very few niche ports left in the United States, and Richmond has a steady stream of vessels going back and forth to Antwerp."

"So Thomas, using an alias…" I started to say.

"One of many," Mirot inserted.

"He'd already signed on as crew for the Sirius. Point was, he was supposed to end up in the safe haven of Richmond while the Exodus went on its way to Miami to make a run without him," Talley said.

"And where does the werewolf come into all this?" Marino wanted to know.

"We can only speculate," Mirot answered. "LoupGarou's getting increasingly out of control, his last murder attempt has gone haywire. Now maybe he's been seen. Maybe his family's had enough, plans to get rid of him and he knows it. Maybe he somehow knows his brother plans to leave the country on the Sirius. Maybe he was stalking Thomas, too, knew about the altered tattoo, and so on. He drowns Thomas, locks the body inside the container and tries to make it appear this dead person is him, this Loup-Garou."

"Swapped clothes with him?" Talley directed this at me.

"If he planned to take Thomas's place on a ship, he's not going to show up in Armani"

"What was found in the pockets?" Talley seemed to lean into me even when he was sitting up straight.

"Transferred," I said. "The lighter, the money, all of it. Out of Thomas's pockets and stuffed inside the pockets of the designer jeans his dead brother-if it is his brotherwas wearing when his body turned up at the Richmond port.',

"Pocket contents swapped, but no form of identification turned up."

"Yes," I said. "And we don't know that all of this change of clothing happened after Thomas was dead. That's rather cumbersome. Better to force your victim to undress."

"Yes." Mirot nodded. "I was coming around to that. Exchange clothes that way before killing the person. Both people undress."

I thought of the inside-out underwear, the grit on the naked knees and buttocks. The scuffs on the back of the shoes might have been caused later when Thomas was drowned, his body dragged into the corner of the container.

"How many crewmen was the Sirius supposed to have?" I asked.

It was Marino who answered. "There was seven on the list. All- of them was questioned, but not by me since I don't speak the language. Some guy in customs had the honors."

"The crewmen all knew each other?" I asked.

"No;' Talley replied. "Which isn't unusual when you consider that these ships only earn money when they're moving. Two weeks out to sea, two weeks back, nonstop, there's going to be rotating crew. Not to mention, you're talking about the kind of guys who never stay with anything very long, so you could have a crew of seven and only two of them might have sailed together before."

"Same seven men on board when the ship sailed back to Antwerp?" I asked.

"According to Joe Shaw," Marino replied, "none of them ever left the Richmond port. Ate and slept on their ship, unloaded and was gone."

"Ah," Talley said. "But that's not quite the case. One of them supposedly had a family emergency. The shipping agent took him to the Richmond airport but never actually saw him get on the plane. The name on his seaman's book was Pascal Uger. This Monsieur Uger doesn't seem to exist and quite possibly was Thomas's alias, the one he was using when he was killed, the alias Loup-Garou may have taken aftei he drowned him."

"I'm having trouble envisioning this deranged serial killer as Thomas Chandonne's brother," I said. "What makes you so certain?"

"The cover-up tattoo, as we've said;" Talley replied. "Your most recent information about the details of Kim Luong's murder. The beating, biting, the way she was undressed, all the rest of it. A very, very unique and horrific M.O. When Thomas was a boy, Dr. Scarpetta, he used to tell his- classmates he had an older brother who was an espйee de sale gorille. A stupid, ugly monkey who had to live at home."

"This killer isn't stupid;' I said.

"Not hardly," Mirot agreed.

"We can't find any record of this brother. Not his name, nothing," Talley said. "But we believe he exists."

"You'll understand all of this better when we go through the cases," Mirot added.

"I'd like to review them now," I said.

Jay Talley picked up the accordion folder and withdrew numerous thick files. He set them on the coffee table in front of me.

"We've translated them into English," he said. "All the autopsies were done at the Institut Mйdico-Lйgal in Paris."

I began to go through them. Each victim 'had been beaten beyond recognition, and autopsy photographs and reports showed bruising imprints and stellate lacerations where the skin had split when a blow was struck with some type of weapon that I didn't believe was the same type as the one used on Kim Luong.

"The punched-out areas of her skull," I commented as I turned pages, "a hammer, something like that. I presume no weapon was found?"

"No," Talley said.

All facial structures were broken. There were subdural hematomas, bleeding over the brain and into the chest cavity. The victims' ages ranged from twenty-one to,fifty-two. Each had multiple bite marks.

"Massive comminuted fractures of the left parietal bone, depressed fractures that drove the inner table of the skull into underlying brain;' I scanned out loud, flipping through one autopsy protocol after another. "Bilateral subdural hematomata. Disruption of cerebral tissue beneath with accompanying subarachnoid hemorrhaging… eggshelllike fractures… fracture of the right frontal bone extending down the midline into the right parietal bone… Clotting suggests survival time of at least six minutes from the time the injury was inflicted…"

I looked up and said to them, "Rage. Overkill. Frenzied overkill: "

"Sexual?" Talley held my eyes.

"Ain't everything?" Marino asked.

Each victim was half-naked, her clothing ripped open or torn off from the waist up. All were barefoot.

"Strange," I said. "It doesn't appear he had any interest in their buttocks, their genitals."

"It seems he has a breast fetish," Mirot blandly commented.

"Certainly a symbol of mother," I replied. "And if it's true he was kept at home throughout his childhood, there,must be some interesting pathology there."

"What about robbery?" Marino asked.

"Not sure in all cases. But definitely in some. Money, that's it. Nothing that could be traced, like jewelry he might pawn," Talley answered.

Marino patted his cigarettes the way he did when he was desperate to smoke.

"Be my guest," Mirot invited him.

"Possible he's killed elsewhere? Other places besides Richmond, saying he murdered Kim Luong?" I asked.

"He did her, all right," Marino said. "Never seen another M.O. like that one."

"We don't know how many times he's killed," Talley said. "Or where."

Mirot said, "If there's a connection to be made, our software can make the match as quickly as in two minutes. But there will always be cases we may not be aware of. We have one hundred and seventy-seven member countries, Dr. Scarpetta. Some utilize us more than others."

"It's just an opinion," Talley said, "but I suspect this guy isn't a world traveler. Especially if he's got some disability that's made it necessary for him to stay at home, and I'm guessing he was probably still living at home when he started his killings."

"Are the murders getting closer together? Does he wait as long between them?" Marino asked.

"The last two we know of were in October, then there was the recent attempt, meaning he struck three times within a five-week period," Talley said. "Just reinforcing our suspicions this guy's out of control, it's gotten too hot for him, and he's fled."