The drive to the city mortuary building had been a strange one for Andy Ross. It had been ages since he"d driven himself there, with Izzie Drake normally doing the driving, and visiting the place without his trusted assistant felt somehow wrong, out of place, especially as he knew her husband, Peter Foster, a familiar face on entering the mortuary building, would also be absent, and another, unknown receptionist would be on duty, ready to admit him to the antiseptic and formaldehyde-scented inner sanctum of the world of the pathologists.
Ross parked the car and waited for D.C. Paul Ferris to arrive in his own vehicle which he did a couple of minutes later. Ross"s resident computer "genius" and team collator Ferris had an incisive mind and Ross wanted him to view the body of Aaron Decker t
