Chapter 45

“Let’s.”

The Medical Examiner was a short, round man named Edward Aikens. Dr. Aikens was standing by the kitchen door, taking in the mess around him. “How the hell do you comb this place for evidence?”

“We might have had a little bit of luck without much effort.”

“Hey. I efforted,” Glass teased, handing Aikens the spiral bound journal opened to the appropriate page.

“You always do,” I said.

“Tell the commish. Maybe he could have offered me a little promotion, instead of dragging in Ken Doll Cop.”

I let that go. “What do you think, Aikens? Time of death nine in the morning make sense from your POV?”

“It does. We have definite rigor. Who said otherwise?”

“Her nephew, who called it in. He thinks the stuff might have fallen on the deceased when he slammed the door upstairs twelve hours after that.”