*Astrid*
The chill of the morgue seeps into my bones, but it's the conversation that has me frozen. Di Caprio's voice echoes clinically off the walls, and I'm having none of it.
"No traces of drugs," I interrupt, my patience frayed. "Dan was clean. Why can't you just say that?"
Di Caprio looks at me, his expression unchanging. "I did say that, Astrid. There were no traces in his system, despite the presence of…"
"Cocaine," I cut in sharply. "You talk about traces and drugs, but what you need to say is that Dan was clean."
Lisbeth signals Di Caprio with a subtle nod, and he leaves the room. Her gaze fixes on me with an understanding that's almost unnerving. "Astrid, I know you were close with the victim, but…"
"He was on the right track," I assert, my words slicing through her attemp
