CHAPTER 9
THE TRIAL OF HOWARD BLAKE
William Nugent stood back from the autopsy table and sighed. The third such examination in three days had truly depressed him.
“Maybe ah’m getting too old for this job, Francis.” He said to his faithful assistant.
“Not you, sir, you’ll never be too old. There’s nobody as good as you at this job anyway,” Lees replied, surprised at his boss’s outburst.
“Then tell me why I’m feeling like this. Three in three days, one evil bastard doing it, and ah cannae come up with anything to help Ross’s people.”
“That’s not your fault,” Lees stressed. “He’s a very clever killer, leaving no clues or trace evidence. I daresay the forensics people are feeling exactly the same way.”
Stripping his surgical gloves from his hands, Nugent angrily threw them across the ro
