Fatimah said, I have been expecting you, honey.” She took my arm and led me back into the lab to a small room lined with chemicals. Two microscopes were set up side by side on the granite-block counter.
Clapper told me what he had came up with,” she said. “The champagne. Matching pantaloons. You got him Moo.”
“Match These I held out the plastic bag, we put him in the gas chamber.”
“Okay, let’s see, she said smiling. She opened a yellow envelope marked “priority, evidence, and took out a Petri dish identical to the one I had seen after the second murder. It had subject: Dorothy Noah, #62240 written on the front in bold marker.
With a tweezer, she placed the single hair that had came from the second bride into a clear slide. Then she inserted it under the scope. She leaned over it, adjus
