“BENTON LOOKED tired and drawn. As Chief Medical Examiner, his department was literally working round the clock to accommodate the huge influx of bodies being produced in the murder capital of the United States. Fiona watched him standing in front of a zinc basin, washing up, while yet another body was being transferred from a gurney to a work station. The smell of disinfectant tingled her nostrils. "Seems like months since we had one of our little chats, Fiona," Dr. Benton sighed. He was her cl...osest friend in the department, wise and cultured and full of sage advice. Often, she had sat with him in the scrupulously cared-for sitting room of his small house in Northeast Washington where he had lived for more than twenty-five years with his late beloved wife. Amid the shrine of silver-framed photographs that constituted a record of his memories of her, Dr. Benton could always be relied upon to help Fiona through the crisis of the moment, giving her the insight and perception to, as she often put it to herself, "blunder on." "We are encountering a new phenomenon, Fiona," Dr.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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