JOE SIGHED AS HE HUNG up the phone after his talk with one of the members of Dennison’s police department. Lily Turnbold’s parents now knew their only child had been lost.
Following a hunch, he dialed Dr. Broder’s number as he began to type up his notes on Turnbold.
“Do me a favor,” Joe said when he answered. “The new case that just came in – Lily Turnbold. Can you test her for succinylcholine as well?”
“You’re thinking they’re connected?”
“Just a hunch,” Joe told him. “Two young women, no health issues at all, right?”
“Yep,” Broder confirmed. “Nothing wrong in either one’s physiology that I found. No medical reason whatsoever that either of them should be in my morgue at their ages. That’s what made me dig deeper with the tox screens for Miss Taggert.”
“So, run it for Lily too,” Joe
