"Hey, Doc," Cleve said when he poked his head through Rachelle Overtin's open office doorway. "Dr. Heming with Tom Green County is holding for you on line three."
"Thanks, Cleve," she replied before pressing the button on her desk phone to retrieve the parked call.
"Hello, Anthony, how have you been?"
A chuckle floated across the line.
"I've been good, Rachelle. Busy, but good. Hey, a couple of days ago you guys had a weird one come through, right? With what looked like internal burns?"
"Yes, we did," she answered immediately, all her senses on high alert. "Why? Have you heard of that before?"
"Not until today," he admitted. "But the case I just started sure sounds a lot like yours."
"I can send you some video and pictures we took," she offered. "For comparison."
"I was just about
