Chapter Twenty-Five
Lancet Street, Riverside, was a tidy street of modern, three storey town houses overlooking a section of the linear park that enclosed the Wattle River as it snaked its way through the eastern suburbs on its way from the hills to the coast. Carl parked his silver Ford behind the grey van the Coroner’s Office used for collecting bodies.
He slipped into his plastic crime scene suit and walked up to the constable controlling admittance to the crime scene.
‘Front room on the left at the top of the stairs, Inspector.’
Carl signed his name on the admittance list and followed the blue plastic sheeting that marked the pathway he was expected to follow into the house, and turned left into the main bedroom off the landing at the top of the stairs.
‘Hello, Inspector,’ said Dr
