“OK, Dad, I’ll keep it in mind.” With that, she hung up the phone. She was tired of Lou’s condescending paternalism, and for the moment she couldn’t talk with him. She had to give herself some time to calm down. The man could be so infuriating, especially when she needed support, not criticism.
Laurie’s phone started ringing almost as soon as she’d hung up, but she ignored it. She’d let Lou stew for a little while. She unlocked her office door and walked down the silent hallway and took the elevator to the morgue. At that hour the morgue was desolate, with most of the skeleton evening staff on dinner break. Bruce Pomowski, however, was in the mortuary office. She hoped he hadn’t heard about her being fired.
“Excuse me!” Laurie called from the doorway.
Bruce looked up from his newspaper.
“Is the Fletcher body still here?” she asked.
Bruce consulted the log book. “Nope,” he said. “Went out this afternoon.”
“How about Andre or Haberlin?” Laurie asked.
Bruce referred to the book again. “Andre went out this afternoon, but Haberlin is still here. The body is going out to Long Island someplace any minute. It’s in the walk-in.”
“Thanks,” Laurie said. She turned to leave. Obviously Bruce hadn’t heard she’d been taken off the payroll.
“Dr. Montgomery,” Bruce called. “Peter Letterman was looking for you earlier and I’m supposed to tell you to be sure to go up and see him if I run into you. He said it was important and that he was going to be around for a while tonight.”
Laurie felt torn. She wanted to view the Haberlin body, thinking that a brief examination could very well substantiate her suspicions. At the same time she didn’t want to miss Peter if he had something to tell her.
“Listen,” Laurie said to Bruce. “I’m going to run up and see if Peter is still here. Don’t let that Haberlin body go until I see it.”
“You got it,” Bruce said with a wave.
Laurie went to the fourth floor and the toxicology lab. When she saw a light coming from Peter’s door, she breathed a sigh of relief: Peter was still there.
“Knock, knock,” Laurie called out, pausing at the door. She didn’t want to give Peter a scare.
Peter looked up from a long computer printout he was studying. “Laurie! Am I glad to see you! I have something I want to show you.”
Laurie followed Peter to the gas chromatograph/mass spectrometry unit. Peter picked up another computer printout and handed it to Laurie. She studied it with little comprehension.
“It’s from Robert Evans,” Peter said proudly. “Just as you suggested.”
“What am I looking at?” Laurie asked.
Peter pointed with his pencil. “There,” he said. “That’s a positive for ethylene, and it’s a lot more evident than it had been in Randall Thatcher’s case. It is no laboratory error or false positive. It’s real.”
“That’s weird,” Laurie said. She’d really come to think the ethylene reading in the Thatcher case had been an error.
“It might be weird,” Peter said, “but it’s real. No doubt about it.”
“I need another favor,” Laurie said. “Can you open the DNA lab for me?”
“Sure,” Peter said. “You want me to open it now?”
“If you don’t mind.”
Peter got his keys and led Laurie down a flight of stairs to the lab on the third floor.
As they went in, Laurie explained what she was up to. “I was shown a Polaroid of a match but it was just a preliminary. It concerns the Julia Myerholtz case. You probably recognize the name.”
“Certainly,” Peter said. “I’ve run lots of samples on her.”
“I want to find that Polaroid,” Laurie said. “I need a copy of it. I don’t need a duplicate photograph; a copy from the copy machine will be fine.”
“No problem,” Peter said. He knew exactly where to look. Once he had the Polaroid in hand, he went to the copy machine. Laurie followed.
While the copy machine warmed up, Peter looked at the photo. “It’s pretty obvious they don’t match,” he said. “Is that what you expected?”
“No,” Laurie said. “It was a shot in the dark.”