I wanted to find Dr. Marvin Sloan and have another chat. I wanted to find out why he continued to allow Dr. Holdridge to be the proverbial piranha within the faculty. There had to be some reason, some compelling necessity, for him to keep Holdridge placated and appeased. Finding out what that was might clear up a lot of the questions concerning this case.
But before we found Sloan, we got a call from the dispatcher to find a phone and call the forensic lab. I found this odd, since it was Sunday, and usually Sundays meant the lab was as empty as a pharaoh"s tomb. I found myself pleasantly surprised and mystified, when Joe Weiser, the young assistant coroner picked up the phone.
“Joe? What the hell you doing over there? Aren"t you supposed to be out at a dinner theater engagement, or playi
