As Jack approached the front desk in the Fargo Police Department’s mortuary, he was met by the unmistakable odor of formaldehyde. The receptionist looked up from her desk, a knowing expression on her face as she recognized Jack.
“Detective Larson, I’ll let Wilmer know you’re here,” she said, picking up the phone.
Jack nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. This was going to be a tough Wednesday morning, but he was determined to get to the bottom of this case. He had been told that Wilmer Freeman, the police department pathologist, had some important information about the dead body of George Williams.
He walked down the sterile white hallway, his footsteps echoing against the floor. He entered the morgue and found Wilmer waiting for him. The man was a familiar figure in
