With Lilith safely on her way home, I pulled out my phone and placed a call to Dr. Mor. “It’s early for you, Zahariev,” he said. “Yeah, well, it’s been a long night,” I said. “I need you to arrange pickup of Esther Pomeroy from Nineveh General Hospital within the hour. We need a full autopsy.” I could feel the shock in the silence that answered. “Of course.” He didn’t ask what happened. He’d know soon enough. “And those samples you took from Burke’s corpse, ” I added before hanging up. “The jellylike substance?” “Yes?” “I know what it is.”
