Sex and the city party
Dr. Joseph W. Spelman, the state pathologist of Vermont and an associate professor in pathology at the University of Vermont, is a shrewd, cautious, level-headed investigator. He is a member of a group which, unfortunately, is all too small, a group made up of men who by training, aptitude and temperament are qualified to investigate homicides in a scientific manner, determining the cause and the time of death. What these men can discover by examining a dead body is startling to those who havent realized the strides made by science in the field of forensic medicine. Then the van was gone, lost in traffic. Stone was amazed at how much traffic there was. Off the farm? Now that Id had a few minutes to consider the fact that Grimes was dead and that Showalter would no doubt attempt to put my name on the suspect list, I decided it would be better to stay here and let Showalter confront me. Then what? So, when you told the district attorney fifty thousand dollars in jewelry was taken, you were excited? This district was being bombarded by robocalling, suggesting everything from Jess as Commie, Jess as lesbian, Jess as drug addict, and that Jesss rich father had been mobbed up. Jess had won before because the man whod held the seat ended up going to prison for taking bribes that unfortunately (for him) were videotaped by the state boys and girls. This time her run was different. Wed never faced a machine like Dorsey’s and anti-incumbency was a formidable platform this time. I do, yes, sir. Think about that situation for a moment, Stone said. Sig, for reasons real or imagined, wants me dead. He was afraid to kill me himself, fearing that he would be killed or, at least, caught, so — unwilling to take that risk for himself — he asked you to risk your life to save his. Thatwas not a selfless act. Heard from Lutts? Mason asked. He left Myers and walked back out into one of the main areas for the secretarial staff. Grunts like him were sequestered in large interior, windowless offices separated into cubicles, so their focus would be total. The company executives had the corner offices with views outside. He walked through the staff slots until he spied an empty space. No photos, flowers, other personal touches. But it did have a computer. With the log-in information for the computer helpfully printed on a Post-it note stuck to the screen. Decent security defeated by a tiny slip of yellow paper and a lazy or forgetful employee. Yes, sir. Ed, dont shoot some citizen whos just in the wrong place at the wrong time. I take it well need only one guest room prepared? Okay, that was the wrong thing to say, thought Devine.Really wrong. Describe him, Della. Not a thing...