Laurie took a quick look around the apartment. It was tiny but beautifully decorated. From her spot in the foyer, she could see the living room and part of the den. In the living room two large windows with a southern exposure afforded an extraordinary view. But more than the view, Laurie was interested in the clutter on the floor. It appeared that the room had been ransacked.
“Was this a robbery?” Laurie asked.
“Nah,” Ron said. “We did this. Part of our usual thorough investigation, if you know what I mean.”
“I’m not sure I do,” Laurie said.
“We’re always exhaustive in our search,” Ron said.
“For what?” Laurie demanded.
“For proper identification,” Ron said.
“You didn’t notice all these diplomas here on the foyer walls?” Laurie questioned while making a sweeping gesture. “The name seems to be rather obvious.”
“Guess we didn’t see them,” Ron said.
“Where’s the body?” Laurie asked.
“I told you,” Ron said. “It’s in the kitchen.” He pointed toward the den.
Laurie walked ahead, avoiding the debris on the floor, and stepped into the den. All the drawers to the desk were open. The contents looked as if they’d been roughly gone through.
“I suppose you were looking for identification in here as well?” she said.
“That’s right, Doc,” Ron said.
Passing through the den, Laurie walked to the threshold of the kitchen. There she stopped. The kitchen was as messy as the other rooms. The entire refrigerator was emptied, including its shelves. Laurie also noticed some clothing scattered across the floor. The refrigerator’s door was slightly ajar. “Don’t tell me you were looking for identification in here as well?” she asked sarcastically.
“Hell, no!” Ron said. “The victim did this himself.”
“Where’s the body?” Laurie asked.
“In the refrigerator,” Ron said.
Laurie stepped to the refrigerator and opened the door. Ron wasn’t kidding. Stuart Morgan was wedged into the refrigerator compartment. He was almost naked, clothed only in Jockey shorts, a money belt, and socks. His face was bone white. His right arm was raised, his hand balled into a tight fist.
“I can’t understand why he wanted to climb into the refrigerator,” Ron said. “Weirdest thing I’ve seen since I joined the force.”
“It’s called hyperpyrexia,” Laurie said, staring at Stuart Morgan. “Cocaine can make people’s temperature go sky high. The users get a little crazy. They’d do anything to get their temperature down. But this is the first one I’ve seen in a refrigerator.”
“If you’ll release the body we can let the ambulance boys take Stuart away,” Ron said. “We’re pretty much done otherwise.”
“Did you touch the body?” Laurie asked suddenly.
“What are you talking about?” Ron said nervously.
“Just what I said. Did you or Pete touch the body?”
“Well…” Ron said. He didn’t seem inclined to answer.
“It’s a simple question.”
“We had to find out if he were dead,” Ron said. “But that was pretty easy since he was cold as one of those cucumbers on the floor.”
“So you merely reached in and felt for a pulse?” Laurie suggested.
“That’s right,” Ron said.
“Which pulse?” Laurie asked.
“The wrist,” Ron said.
“The right wrist?” Laurie asked.
“Hey, you’re getting too specific,” Ron said. “I can’t remember which wrist.”
“Let me tell you something,” Laurie said as she removed the lens cap from her camera and started taking pictures of the body in the refrigerator. “See that right arm in the air?”
“Yeah,” Ron said.
“It’s staying up in the air because of rigor mortis,” Laurie said. Her camera flashed as she took a photo.
“I’ve heard of that,” Ron said.
“But rigor mortis develops after the arm has been flaccid for a while,” Laurie said. “Does that suggest something to you about this body?” Laurie took another photo from a different angle.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ron said.
“It suggests that the body was moved after death,” Laurie said. “Like perhaps out of the refrigerator and then back. And it had to be several hours after death because it takes about two hours for rigor mortis to set in.”
“Well, isn’t that interesting,” Ron said. “Maybe Pete should hear about this.” Ron went to the door to the den and yelled for Pete to come into the kitchen. When he did, Ron explained what Laurie had told him.