Traces: The Memoir of a Forensic Scientist and Criminal Investigator

by Patricia Wiltshire

Most of us do not like to acknowledge, and may never have even given it a thought, that the components making up our bodies and minds, the fundamental things that we think of as who we are, once belonged to something else and that, after we are gone, they will be put to another use.

This is just nature, and there is more beauty in this, cold and ruthless though some might find it, than in any fanciful, and impossible-to-corroborate, stories of the ever-after.

No, there is no life after death – but there is always life in death.

‘every contact leaves a trace’,