Chapter Twenty
The Mortuary lab is brightly lit from above. The two Scenes of Crime ladies scrape under Simon’s broken finger nails with small silver scalpels. The nasty excavating sound echoes around the cold room.
His flat hollowed gray body is laid out across a large stainless steel slab like a grotesquely hideous Halloween costume. They both smear the brown colored substance onto two small glass slides and look at it through their microscopes which are set up on a bench alongside the slab. Their breath seen in the cold, drifts gently out.
“This is very strange stuff Julie. I thought we would be looking at human excrement here. Maybe his own, or from the toilet bowl or even from the killer.(She looks up and smells the scalpel). It is organic though, but not human, I think a DNA profi
