Chapter Eleven
A step in the wrong direction.
“Holy s**t, “I whispered as I marched away from the reporters and police clustered near the park entrance and hurried along the icy Outer Circle road. “Are you kidding?”
“I don’t kid about death. Well, not today anyway. I was here when we received the body,” Remay said.
“Oh.”
“I thought you might want to know that as far as we can tell here, preliminary tests indicate that Ashburn did indeed die of a cocaine overdose. But there’s a bit more to it than that.”
“Ashburn was definitely a user?”
“Looks that way. Not for long though I would say. It’s in his bloodstream and we found damage to the nasal cavities, but his body weight is normal and pulmonary systems don’t show any damage. Likely indicating short-term usage.”
“So much for the sque
