Postmortem (Kay Scarpetta, #1)

by Patricia Daniels Cornwell

glittery residue, which apparently caused them to fluoresce, was something we’d grown to expect.

margin wasn’t clearly defined—the strangulation was slower than I’d originally thought.

Her hands. They were her most prized instruments, something with which she healed and made music. He must have deliberately broken her fingers one by one after she was bound.