THIRTY-FIVE
Tony and Tooms arrived at the morgue. Tina had called them as she couldn't reach McCall on her cell phone. As they entered the double doors, she looked up from her latest customer: a twenty-two-year-old man with a hole where his brain used to be.
"Hi, doc, what you got?"
Tina pointed the scalpel to a filing tray behind the worktop that Tony leant against. He turned and picked up the evidence bag containing the judge’s cell phone.
"That was in the judge’s purse, the damn thing keeps going off every half hour, an alarm or something."
Tony lifted the bag and looked at the black, empty screen.
"Thanks, we will get Tech to look at it. Did you find anything on the body that may give a clue to where she may have been?" Tooms asked hopefully, only to have Tina look at him with a
