CHAPTER SEVENRobert Bjorner didn’t really look so bad, for a corpse. The scarlet coloring had receded from his face as the body began its postmortem processes. Rigor had set in and blood drained toward the center of gravity. He was laid out on a table, and Herbert Bjorner viewed the body on a video monitor.
Coroners had gone to that system in recent years. It was less stressful for families; there were fewer scenes of hysterical grief or misdirected rage.
The coroner’s office was located on Fourth Street in Oakland, near OPD headquarters and the city jail and courthouse. It was cop heaven. Marvia half expected to run into her old friend Phil High. She hoped she wouldn’t. High would be sure to ask her about Bart Lindsey and she just didn’t want to talk about him today.
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