CHAPTER SEVEN
It was approaching noon as they left the coroner's office. Camille was very aware that Palmer was in a different mood now. Some of the poise and confidence he'd shown during the morning was gone. Now he was stumped and having to look at this case from a different angle.
“How did you get to voodoo so quickly?” he asked.
“You’re familiar with the area,” she said. “You mean to tell me it never crossed your mind?”
"It did for just a second, but I figured there wasn’t nearly enough evidence to get there."
"I didn’t want to go there, either,” she said. “But what other drugs are you aware of that are injected into people, knock them out cold, and don't show up in bloodwork?"
He didn't have to think about it for long, which was good. She really didn't want him diving into a fun
