“For now, yes. You’ll get a copy of the report when the ME’s finished his examination, and someone will call to let you know when you can come down and collect his things.” Christine stared at him blankly. “His things?” “Keys. Wallet. Cell phone.” “Right. His things.” She turned toward the door, fumbling in her pocket for her own keys. “Here,” Connelly said. “Let me walk you out.” “Thanks, no. I can find my way.” She knew she should thank him for coming down in the middle of the night, but somehow she couldn’t manage it. She was almost to the door when he stopped her. “I’m sorry about this,
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