The Medical Examiner’s office and police station were next to a large hospital about two kilometers from the town’s center in a residential area made up of four rows of grey concrete apartment buildings about fifteen stories high. They came right up to the hill and the whole effect was depressing in its stark contrast to the whimsical old-town square fit for a postcard. But he had to admit it made sense to put all the structures no one wants to live or be found in into the same spot. That way the rest of the town can stay pretty.
Their first stop was the police station, which was small, consisting only of a reception area, a hallway, four offices, a small conference room, and a kitchen. It smelled of flowery perfume, coffee, and sweet pastries. The secretary behind the desk was a perky wo
