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27 Oct 1982, 1330:
Jan’s first official meeting was with the county coroner, a petite middle-aged woman of Japanese ancestry. Dr. June Itchekawa might be quiet and unassuming, but everyone agreed she had a mind like a steel trap. Don’t ever change your story with her, they said, or she’ll be on you like a bird on a June bug.
Dr. Itchekawa actually reminded January of a bird. She was small and slender, moved quickly, and had bright beady eyes that didn’t miss a thing. When Jan was ushered into her office that afternoon, the doctor stood and made a tiny bobbing bow, the only clue besides appearance to her Oriental upbringing.
“Sit down, Officer Farrell. Please try to relax. Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Thank you but no, I just had lunch. I…well, I would like to get this interv
