"Are you ready to rock and roll?" Laurie asked. She was eager to start.
"You're on, sister!" Marvin said as if it today was a rerun of the previous day.
Laurie gave him Darlene Morgan's accession number before going into the locker room to change into scrubs. She was excited. It was the first time in her career as a medical examiner that she hoped to find nothing on the autopsy, meaning Morgan would be like McGillan, Nogueira, and Moskowitz. The longer the series idea played out, the better the diversion it would be and the less apt she'd be to agonize over personal unpleasantries.
Leaving the locker room, she crossed over to the storage room and rescued her battery pack from the charger. Fifteen minutes later, she was in the moon suit and pushing into the pit from the anteroom where she'd gloved. There was only one case under way. She had no trouble distinguishing between Jack and Vinnie, since Vinnie was shorter and considerably slighter. Jack was peering through the viewfinder of a camera set on a tripod. Laurie tried not to look at the tiny, naked infant splayed out on the table. Laurie blinked by reflex when the camera's flash went off.
"Is that you, Laurie?" Jack called out. He had straightened up and turned in her direction in response to the sound of the door closing.
"It is," Laurie said. Not finding Marvin in the autopsy room, she twisted around to look through the wire-embedded glass in the door leading out to the corridor. Marvin was approaching with a gurney in tow. At the back, pushing, was another mortuary tech, Miguel Sanchez. Laurie guessed there had been a problem. Marvin was customarily super-efficient and invariably waiting for her.
"Come on over here!" Jack said with some excitement. "I have something to show you. This case is a corker."
"I'm sure it is," Laurie said. "But I think I'll let you tell me about it after the fact. You know that autopsies on children are not my cup of tea."
"I'm pretty certain this case is another one like those yesterday," Jack said. "I'm more than ninety percent sure the cause and manner of death are going to surprise everyone. I'm telling you, it's textbook!"
Despite her distaste for dealing with kids in the autopsy room, her professional curiosity urged her over to Jack's side. With some difficulty, she made herself look down at the hapless child. Just as Riva had described, the poor little girl appeared bruised, abraded, and burned over much of her tiny body, including her face. The awfulness of the image made Laurie sway slightly, as if dizzy. She spread her feet to stabilize herself. Behind her, she heard the door open, followed by the squeak of the wheels of an old gurney as it was pushed in.
"What if I told you the whole body X-ray of this infant was completely negative for fractures, old or new? Would that influence your thinking about this case?"
"Not particularly," Laurie said. She tried to look in at Jack's face, but it was difficult with the overhead lights reflecting off his plastic face mask. They hadn't seen each other or talked for almost twenty-four hours, and when they first met that morning, she had hoped for something other than a repeat of his playful professorial role.
"What if I told you that in addition to the X-ray being normal, the frenulum is intact?"
"It certainly wouldn't negate what I'm looking at," Laurie responded. Despite her repugnance, Laurie bent over and looked closely at the skin lesions, particularly where Jack had made a small incision through one of the abrasions. There had been no blood or edema. All at once, she knew now what Jack was implying when pointing out signs that suggested abuse was not at issue. "Vermin!" she said suddenly. She straightened up.
"Give this lady a prize!" Jack said like a carnival barker. "As expected, Dr. Montgomery has expertly corroborated my impression. Of course, Vinnie isn't convinced, so we have a five-dollar bet riding on finding nonspecific evidence of an asphyxial death when we do the internal part of the autopsy, and everybody knows what that would imply."
Laurie nodded. The chances were good that the child in front of her had died of sudden infant death syndrome, or SIDS, which shows signs of asphyxial death on autopsy. Although on first glance she had thought all the skin lesions had been inflicted prior to death, she now guessed they were most likely postmortem damage caused by a variety of vermin, such as ants, cockroaches, and possibly mice or rats. If this indeed proved to be the case, then the manner of death was not homicidal but accidental. Of course, that didn't lessen the tragedy of the young life lost, but it surely had very different implications.
"Well, I better get cracking here," Jack said as he detached the camera from the tripod. "This child was maimed by the circumstances of poverty, not abuse. I've got to get her parents out of jail. Keeping them there is like adding insult to injury."
Laurie made her way over to where Marvin was aligning the gurney next to one of the autopsy tables, trying not to dwell on her disappointment about Jack's blithe repartee and apparent mind-set. She also couldn't help but wonder if Jack's case was another preternatural hint to remind her that things were not always quite what they seemed at first glance.
"Did you have some trouble?" Laurie asked Marvin as the two techs moved the body onto the autopsy table. Marvin positioned the head on a wooden block.
"A slight hitch," Marvin admitted. "Mike Passano must have written down the wrong compartment number. But with Miguel's help, we found the body in short order. Any special requests for this case?"
"It should be straightforward," Laurie said as she checked the accession number and name. "In fact, I hope it turns out to be a mirror image to the first case we did yesterday." Marvin shot her a perplexed glance as she started the external exam.
Laurie's trained eye began recording her observations. The body was that of a Caucasian woman in her mid-thirties with brunette hair in a normal distribution who appeared to have been in good health, although slightly overweight, with extra adipose tissue across her abdomen and on the lateral aspect of her thighs. Her skin had the usual pallor of death and was lesion-free, save for a few innocuous nevi. There was no cyanosis. There was no evidence of recreational drug use. There were two freshly sutured incisions on the lateral surfaces of her left knee and no signs of inflammation or infection. A capped-off intravenous line ran into her left arm, with no extravasations of blood or fluid at the site. An endotracheal tube that was correctly positioned in her trachea protruded from her mouth.
So far, so good, Laurie said to herself, meaning the external exam was comparable with Sean McGillan Jr.'s. She took the scalpel offered by Marvin and began the internal portion. She worked quickly and intently. The activity in the rest of the room receded from her consciousness.
Forty-five minutes later, Laurie straightened up after tracing the veins in the legs up into the abdominal cavity. She had found no clots. Other than several insignificant uterine fibroids and a polyp in the large intestine, she had found no significant pathology and certainly nothing that would have explained the woman's demise. Exactly like McGillan, she would have to wait for the microscopic and the toxicological if she was going to find a cause of death.
"A clean case," Marvin commented. "Just like you wanted."
"Very curious," Laurie said. She felt vindicated. She looked around the room, which had practically filled during her intense concentration. The only table that wasn't in use was immediately adjacent to where Jack had been working. Apparently, he'd finished and left without so much as a word. Laurie wasn't surprised. It seemed consistent with his recent behavior.
At the table on the other side of hers, Laurie thought she recognized Riva's diminutive frame. When Marvin went out into the hall to get a gurney, Laurie stepped over to check. It was Riva.
"Interesting case?" Laurie asked.