The guy at the desk swiveled his tired gaze toward me.
"Something sharp, obviously," he said. A slight grin. "Straight, maybe five inches long. "
"A razor?" I said.
"No," he said. "Certainly something as sharp as a razor, but rigid, not folding, and double-edged. "
"Why?" I said.
"There's evidence it was used back and forth," the guy said. He swished his hand back and forth in a tiny arc. "Like this. On the woman's breasts. Cutting both ways. Like filleting a salmon. "
I nodded. Roscoe and Jeremiah were silent.
"What about the other guy?" I said. "Stoller?"
The pathologist pushed the two Morrison files to one side and opened up the third. Glanced through it and looked across at me. The third file was thicker than the first two.
"His name was Stoller?" he said. "We've got him down
