"I need to see my wife now," Harlan Hawkins demanded.
"I'm sorry, sir, but that's not possible right now."
"We'll have photographs for you shortly to confirm her identity," Jessie said.
"No. I don't want any goddamn pictures, I want to see her body in person."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Hawkins, but it's not possible for 24 to 48 hours . . . after the autopsy has been completed, we'll allow you time to sit with her if you want."
Gerard interceded. "Right now, we'd like you to come to the station house. It's important that you focus on anything you can tell us about your life together, her friends, anything that will help with our investigation."
Hawkins seemed surprised by the request. "You mean, right now?" The volume of his voice rose. "Does it have to be right now? Can't it wait until tomorrow?"
"I wish it could, but the sooner we know more about her, the sooner we can find the person who did this and get justice for your wife."