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Chapter 20

The woman’s body had been laid on a table in the coroner’s office and was finally in a sterile environment. The smells of embalming fluid, cleaning solution, and tuna permeated the air. Her body was covered up to the neck with a pristine white sheet. There was a small trickle of blood that dripped ever so slowly from the back of her neck onto the coroner’s table. The dripping created a soft metallic sound as it fell onto the cold, shiny stainless steel.

The coroner seemed young for his position; he was in his midthirties and had begun to become a bit numb to the process. He had just received the victim’s body and had not started much in the way of the autopsy process. He turned the woman’s neck gently to one side and lifted her hair. Some of her hair evaded his grasp, and the once-brilliant brunette locks fell less than gracefully to the metal table. He leaned in to get a closer perspective at the puncture wound at the base of her skull.