“Impeccable timing, Inspector,” Dr Lee said as Nathan and Burke entered the room. “I’m just finishing up. I take it you’re here for this young gentleman.” He gestured to Jake Trent, whom he was stitching back up.
Nathan nodded. “Yeah, I’m hoping you’ve got something that will let me make some progress with this case, without having to wait another day, or longer, for the results of whatever tests you’ve sent off for to start coming through.”
“I’m not sure how much help it’s going to be, but I can tell you that he was quite literally beaten to death, but you probably already figured that out for yourself.”
“You mean he wasn’t killed by the stab wound?” Nathan asked, indicating the neat wound over the heart, which was almost hidden by the extensive bruising that covered the teen’s chest.
