35 The Ethnic LotteryThe autopsy table looked like a butcher’s window display: various organs and piles of freshly carved meat all laid out neatly ready to attract passing shoppers. Maier had left first, disgusted by Ricard’s deplorable actions. Hanson had followed soon after, deciding that he was unable to negotiate with anyone capable of such an act of complete inhumanity.
‘They’re weak. Men like to think they’re the dominant gender but on tonight’s evidence they’d run screaming from their own shadows,’ Ricard said, removing her bloody brown gloves and dropping them in to the medical waste bin.
‘Don’t be too hard on them – at least they’re reacting with thoughts generated from above the waist for a change,’ Davidenko replied with a smile as she weighed each liver in turn and noted down
