The Medical Examiner

by James Patterson

Conklin’s job any easier. She was understandably distraught, traumatized, and possibly a bit squirrelly. As a result, she’d taken

like. Currently, Mrs. Murphy was shooting looks around the hospital room as if she were about to bolt through the window. It reminded Conklin of that viral video of the deer

cheeks. She

door of Susie’s

midnight last

Greg is running late, and I have

kitchenette, where she poured coffee, snagged the one chocolate donut in the box, and ate her second breakfast at the small square table. Her two assistants, Bunny Ellis and Mallory Keane,

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ambulance.” The woman sitting in the drawer was naked, and blood was smeared all over her body. She was holding her left arm at her elbow and was

I also have bags of her clothes and those belonging to the John Doe. But

was just regaining consciousness. She told

one.” “Or she could be lying,” said Yuki. “You say she knew her name but not what happened to her in that hotel room? That’s pretty convenient, if you ask me.” Cindy put down her burger and pointed a French fry at her friend before she dipped it into a puddle of ketchup. “If you met her and talked with her, you’d believe her, Yuki.” “I’m a human lie detector,” Yuki said sweetly. “I’ll bet if I met her, I still wouldn’t believe her. I’m pretty sure she’s a very charming and skillful liar.” Claire sighed, looked down at her watch, and said, “I have time for a quick coffee if you do.” When she glanced back up at Cindy’s face, she could tell that her friend had disappeared down a road of deep thought. No doubt she was working on a story headlined “Dead Woman Walking.”

that second honeymoon photo that was in

to Claire and put it down on a corner of the desk. He asked Wallace to take a couple of shots of the card. On the center of the card were the words Warwick Hotel. “Beautiful,” he said to Claire. “Assuming the gun in the backpack killed Sam Alton, Arthur O’Brien has tied up all the loose ends and wrapped up the case against himself.” Claire nodded curtly as she handed

excited. Conklin kept going. He was

road. She slowed the car and took in the gateposts bracketing a stucco wall. This was the house. The iron gates were closed. Cindy cruised past the house, slowing as she saw another break in the wall. This gate was also made of wrought iron, but it wasn’t as wide. Only one car could fit through it at a time. Cindy saw that there was a driveway beyond the gate. It seemed to be a service entrance, and it looked to her as though the gate had been left

demonstrative and funny. He could do impressions, you know. His George W. Bush was hilarious, and

with a

thrown

carving knife, and as she dissected the

across the table

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