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They followed the coroner to the Forensic Pathology Mortuary in Ga Rankuwa, North of Pretoria. The yellow-face brick, single-storey building in the dilapidated area, was not what Andre had been expecting. Being the place where all autopsies for suspicious deaths in the region, and for the capital city, were conducted, he’d expected it to be more modern, more state of the art. Clearly, the taxes law-abiding sheep were paying lined some fat cat’s pocket instead of going towards solving murders, which, considering his line of work, was not a bad thing. It was also yet another reason why the Bulgarians picked South Africa to film their cinematic bloodbaths.
They’d waited outside the building for a couple hours, checked out the lay of the land. A few phone calls had to be made to grease th
