Chapter 2
Three hours later, Mo shut off the morgue’s overhead microphone, pulled off the heavy autopsy gloves, and rubbed her tired eyes.
“I don’t get it, Doc. There’s nothing here. Blood tox is negative. No bruising or laceration. Heart and lungs look good. This guy should be up and walking around, not lying on a slab.”
Doc Em sat in his black vinyl wheelie chair, slowly turning himself from side to side, staring up at the ceiling and rubbing his chin.
“You consider asphyxia?” he said.
“No way. The window was open. I checked with Betty, and she said Mrs. Gardner didn’t open it herself. Besides, like I said there’s nothing in his blood.”
“There wouldn’t be, not if it was simple suffocation instead of chemical.”
He spun some more, muttered to himself. Pulled his smartphone out and s
