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Oksana Wysocka arrived last to the meeting. Etta smiled in a greeting, but the microbiologist did not return her smile. On the contrary, she seemed to avoid her eyes. She looked frightened and embarrassed, and she was visibly upset, much more than it could be expected. Etta felt a pang of anxiety. What else could have happened?
“Ms. Wysocka will present us with the autopsy report,” Erik Karlson said. “Oksana Nikolayevna, please.”
Oksana took a seat on the dais and cleared her throat twice. It was clear that she didn’t know how to start, but feeling the pressure of many eyes on herself, she finally started her report.
“As you know, I have the competency of a pathologist and I was therefore assigned to carry out the autopsy of the chief coordinator. Together with my team, we have cond
