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Jenner held the chair back up, lunging at Farrar, trying to push him away as he came forward. Farrar steadily hacked at Jenner. A final, violent overhead swing shattered the chair, leaving Jenner holding the back strut and one of the legs.
Jenner tossed the back away and lifted the wooden leg.
Farrar edged forward, the hatchet at hip height. He was baring his teeth in a bloody smirk, and then Jenner knew why.
Farrar had backed him into the corner, deliberately cutting off his escape routes. And, even wounded, Farrar could move faster than him.
He held the chair leg up and braced himself.
Farrar took his time, moving in closer, carefully shifting his weight from foot to foot. He planted his legs squarely in front of Jenner, feet apart, then slowly raised the hatchet above his head, breathing in slow and deep as he steadied himself for the strike. His eyes locked on Jenner’s, his torn mouth hanging in a sneer as he prepared for the kill.
He froze, then staggered a little. His expression changed to one of surprise, eyes unfixed and mouth open. The hatchet dropped from his hand as he stumbled forward, a dark stain spreading along his side.
He kept coming toward Jenner, gait wide-based like a tod-dler’s, arms open, pushed from behind by Ana, who was still clinging to the long black pole on which she had impaled him.
Jenner stepped around him, grasped the pole as she col-Precious Blood
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lapsed, and pulled it out of Farrar, sending him slumping against the corner.
Leaning against the wall, Farrar turned to Jenner. He saw the pole, saw the girl on the ground, and understood. His head bowed slightly.
Jenner stood there, pointing the pole at Farrar’s chest.
Farrar coughed, blood spattering the plastic over the window next to him. He looked at Jenner, struggling to catch his breath.
Farrar’s speech was glottal and wet, but Jenner managed to understand “She would have been the best . . .”
Jenner didn’t answer.
Farrar bent over, panting. He looked up at Jenner and said, “It hurts! Doctor! It hurts!” twisting his mouth back into a grin.
He half straightened, smiling wider, a small knife hidden in his palm.
“Should I lie down? If I lie down, will I bleed slower?” He spit out a gout of bloody slobber. “Help me, Doctor? Will you help me?”
Jenner didn’t move.
Farrar looked at him. “It would be better if I lie down.”
His mouth was bleeding faster now, thick dribbles onto his shirt and neck.
Jenner said, “Lie down if you want.”
The sound of a siren filtered into the room. Through the windows over the water, Jenner saw the blue light of a police boat.
He turned back to Farrar.
Farrar spat blood and murmured, “Ah. The cavalry.” He nodded. “I’ll greet them on my feet.”
“Okay, stand if you want.”
Farrar straightened and then bent double, clutching his belly with both hands.
After a couple of seconds, he straightened again, his breathing fast and shallow. He asked, “How many do you think they’ll be?”
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Without waiting for an answer, he sprang forward, the tip of the knife flashing as he slashed at Jenner. The blade carved into Jenner’s arm, but he pushed past it, driving the pole deep into Farrar’s chest, ramming it deep into his trunk, trying to force it out through the other side. He wedged Farrar against the wall, leaning on the pole with all his weight, feeling Farrar’s body lift as the warm blood poured down the shaft onto his fists.
Farrar twitched on the rod, gasping, eyes glassy. He tried to speak, but managed only silence and bloody spittle. He twitched again, and was motionless.
Jenner carefully gathered Ana up into his arms and carried her to an old sofa by the windows, dragging it to turn it away from Farrar’s body.
She was shivering; he took off his coat, wrapped her in it.
She was thin and pale, her face filthy, crusted with mud and dried blood, her eyes swollen near-shut. He held her, stroking her matted hair, held her face to kiss it.
His hand swept down her shoulder, over her hips, to stroke her leg. He stopped; there was a nail protruding from her skin. He pulled it out, then knelt in front of her, feeling her for injuries, pulling out two more nails. She barely flinched.
Over on the workbench he found a plastic bottle of drinking water and a rag. He wet it and wiped her face. Then her wounds, and his shoulder, and then sat with her, pulling her close, holding her against him as they waited.
They lay together for a while; eventually the room began to strobe with flickering blue-and-white shadows. Later, he remembered pulling himself to his feet, tearing down the plastic over the windows to shout to the harbor patrol.
He remembered yelling to them, Jun pointing up at him from the lead boat, the blue light the white light, the blue light the white light, lighting up the girl on the sofa by the window, the blue light the white light, and beyond that, across the water, across the river, the light of New York City, vast and brilliant and impossibly beautiful.
acknowledgments
Thanks to my long-neglected family, who’ve been wildly supportive throughout; to all of my wonderful and peculiar friends, who’ve made my life in New York City far more exhilarating and exotic than I could ever have dreamed possible; to my esteemed colleagues, past and present, at the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner of the City of New York, the New York County District Attorney’s Office, the Dade County Medical Examiner’s Office, and the New York Police Department; to every magazine editor who’s trusted me with an assignment, and then shown me how to make it better; and to the agents and editors who’ve carefully shepherded this project right from the start.
About the Author
JONATHAN HAYES, a veteran forensic pathologist, has worked in the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner of the City of New York, performing autopsies and testifying in murder trials since 1990. Born in Bristol, England, he attended medical school at the University of London before moving to the United States to train in pathology at the Boston University Medical Center and in forensics at the Dade County Medical Examiner’s Office in Miami. Since 1993, he has held a teaching appointment at the New York University School of Medicine. He lectures nationally on forensic science. Hayes is also a former contributing editor at Martha Stewart Living and writes regularly for the New York Times, New York, GQ, Gourmet, and Food & Wine.
He lives in New York City. Precious Blood is his first novel.
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This book is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogue are drawn from the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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