CHAPTER 5 – COFFEE, COOKIES AND AN AUTOPSY REPORT
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THAT MORNING, LEAH opened the door to her office in a huff and threw her blasted handbag on the desk with dismay. God, she hated plodding around with that bag, but she couldn’t do without it.
The small pockets of her cotton pants wouldn’t hold many things and the heat wave, which stubbornly baked Toronto for the third day in a row, didn’t allow her to wear anything but a flimsy blouse and cotton pants. Wearing a jacket was out of the question.
She plopped into her chair and turned her computer on. She rubbed her eyes to dislodge the sand that grazed her eyeballs. Her morning cold shower had done little to wipe the cobwebs from her eyes and brain.
She knew that she was testy that morning, but she couldn’t help it. Three days ha
