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“" Yuri spelled out his surname. His anxiety mounted. Maybe they'd made the diagnosis and the police were called. Maybe the police were already on their way to his house that very minute. Maybe.. ."Oh, here it is, " the woman said. "No wonder I couldn't find it.Your wife wasn't autopsied.""You mean they haven't done it yet? " Yuri questioned."No, I mean the doctors decided she didn't need to be posted, " the operator said."Why not? " Yuri asked. It sounded too good to be true."They don't tell us operators anything like that. You'll have to speak to the duty doctor. Today it's Dr. Randolph Sanders. Just a moment!" Yuri tried to get the operator's attention, since he wasn't sure he wanted to talk to the duty doctor, but she'd put him on hold. Elevator music flowed out of the receiver.Yuri struggled to control his excitement as he waited. The fact that it had been decided not to autopsy Connie was unexpected good news, provided it was true. He drummed his fingers nervously on the countert...op.He took another swig of vodka."This is Dr.MoreLess
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