THE OFFICE OF THE CHIEF Medical Examiner is in a modern-looking building on West Baltimore Street in Baltimore. Unlike many jurisdictions around the country, they perform all autopsies in suspicious deaths in the state in one location. It’s here that they transported Rachel Watson’s body. Helen and I are here to see her, for me to arrange for her transport back to Myerton for her funeral, and Helen to receive the report of the forensic pathologist to confirm the cause of death.
“You were in there a while,” Helen had said when I walked out of the Archbishop’s office. She had waited for me in her car, eating a bacon, egg, and cheese croissant sandwich and washing it down with an iced coffee. She handed me a chicken biscuit when I got in the car.
“We had a lot to talk about,” I had said.
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