From Potter's Field #6 by Patricia Cornwell

Author:Patricia Cornwell
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Medical Examiners (Law), Mystery & Detective, Kay (Fictitious Character), Medical, Political, Virginia, Scarpetta, Fiction, Medical Novels, Women Physicians, Suspense, Women Sleuths, Mystery Fiction, General, Forensic Pathologists
ISBN: 9780425204696
Publisher: Penguin
Published: 1995-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

From Potters Field

Page: 113

The phone rang in five minutes just as Evans began tentatively knocking on the locked autopsy suite doors.

'Hold on, ' I called out to him. 'Stay right there. ' I picked up the phone.

'Yo, ' Marino said over the line.

'Get here right now, ' I said, fighting to hold my voice steady as I tightly gripped the gun.

'What is it?' He got alarmed.

'Hurry!' I said.

I hung up and dialed 911. Then I spoke through the door to Evans.

'The police are coming, ' I said loudly.

'The police?' His voice went up.

'We've got a terrible problem in here. ' My heart would not slow down. 'You go on upstairs and wait in the conference room, is that clear?'

'Yes, ma'am. I'm on my way there now. '

A Formica counter ran half the length of the wall and I climbed on top of it, positioning myself in such a way that I was sitting near the telephone and could see every door. I held the Smith & Wesson . 38 and wished I had my Browning or Marino's Benelli shotgun. I watched the black pouch on the gurney as if it might move.

The telephone rang and I jumped. I grabbed the receiver.

'Morgue. ' My voice trembled.

Silence.

'Hello?' I asked more strongly.

No one spoke.

I hung up and got off the counter as anger began pumping through me and quickly turned to rage. It dispelled my fear like sun burning off mist. I unlocked the double doors leading into the corridor and stepped inside the morgue office again. Above the telephone were four strips of Scotch tape and corners of torn paper left when someone had ripped the in-house telephone list off the wall. On that list was the morgue's number and my direct line upstairs.

'Dammit!' I exclaimed under my breath. 'Dammit, dammit, dammit!'

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