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Kathy Reichs

Deadly Decisions

Heinemann 2000
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It was a Saturday, and I was working by special request of my boss, Pierre LaManche. I'd been at the lab for four hours, sorting badly mangled tissue, when the door to the large autopsy room opened and Sergeant-Detective Luc Claudel came striding in. Claudel and I had worked together in the past, and though he'd come to tolerate, perhaps even appreciate me, one would not infer that from his brusque manner. "Where's LaManche?" he demanded, glancing at the gurney in front of me, then quickly away. I said nothing. When Claudel was in one of his moods, I ignored him. "Has Dr. LaManche arrived?" The detective avoided looking at my greasy gloves. "It's Saturday, Monsieur Claudel. He doesn't woŚ" At that moment Michel Charbonneau stuck his head into the room. Through the opening I could hear the whir and clank of the electric door at the back of the building. "Le cadavre est arrive," Charbonneau told his partner.

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