Chapter 50
1:43 a.m.
Office of the Chief Medical Examiner - Washington, DC
Ashwal Nadoori hung up the telephone.
He sat thoughtfully at his desk for a moment. A large black man sat across from him in a wheelchair. The sight of the man, and the type of man he was, brought back bad memories for Ashwal.
“Did he tell you what he wants?” the man said.
Ashwal nodded. “He wants a corpse, preferably intact. A woman, late forties, blonde hair. Someone who appeared healthy before she died.”
“Can you do that?”
Ashwal shrugged. “This is a big place. We have many, many bodies. I’m sure we can find one that fits that description.”
Once upon a time, in another life, Ashwal had been a doctor. Here in America, they did not accept his Iraqi education, so now he was only a medical assistant. He work
