‘Bad business this,’ said Doctor Kartmell as Jason was wheeled out on the gurney meant for his wife. Platt and Kartmell watched the ambulance leave; the blue from the roof lights lit up the street.
‘Any ideas, Doc?’ Platt asked, his eyes fixed on the lights as they disappeared around the corner, and the darkness of the night returned.
‘I’ll have to do some tests, but in my personal opinion, hydrochloric acid more than likely,’ Kartmell said as he turned and headed back inside towards the sitting room. The air was thick with the smell of Whisky.
‘Acid! How can you tell?’ Platt asked, looking around the room, his eyes finally fixing on the booze cabinet.
‘It’s just a guess, judging by the tissue damage, but like I said, I’d have to do some tests first,’ Kartmell said with a shrug. He not
