A Killing Spring (2011)
“Angus would have said her energy was very smooth. She introduced herself as Constable Marissa Desjardin, and as she walked me to the elevator, she began to explain the identification process. All I had to do, she said, was look at the body long enough to make an identification, positive or negative, then I could be on my way. It was, she added briskly, important to keep my focus and not let my imagination run away with me. As I walked beside her through the maze of surgical-green corridors, I willed myself to heed her words; nonetheless, when we came to the double doors marked “Pathology,” my heart began to pound.
Constable Desjardin gave me a reassuring smile and pointed to a room across the hall. “That’s the staff room,” she said. “Why don’t you wait in there while I make sure they’re ready for us inside?”
The staff room was small, with furnishings that were hearteningly ordinary: an old couch, a kitchen table and four chairs, a microwave oven, a small refrigerator, a sink with a dr...ainboard on which mugs were drying.MoreLess
Constable Desjardin gave me a reassuring smile and pointed to a room across the hall. “That’s the staff room,” she said. “Why don’t you wait in there while I make sure they’re ready for us inside?”
The staff room was small, with furnishings that were hearteningly ordinary: an old couch, a kitchen table and four chairs, a microwave oven, a small refrigerator, a sink with a dr...ainboard on which mugs were drying.MoreLess
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