Gray hoists a vial like it’s the Holy Grail. Inside is an opaque liquid. “Mucus?” McCreadie says. “Water,” I say, before I can stop myself. Gray smiles at me. “Very good, Catriona. It is water. There was a significant quantity of water in his lungs, meaning he inhaled it shortly before his death.” “So he died of drowning?” McCreadie says. “Not strangulation?”
