In Death 24 - Innocent in Death

questions to be asked.
    She pushed through the doors of an autopsy room to see Chief Medical Examiner Morris already at work to the wicked rhythm of what she thought might be Dixieland jazz. His sealed hands were bloody to the wrists as he lifted Craig Foster’s liver from his body to the scale.
    “Ah, why don’t I go score you a Pepsi.” Peabody was already taking a step back. “Thirsty work. Be right back.”
    Ignoring her, Eve continued into the room. Morris glanced up, his eyes behind his microgoggles canny and faintly amused. “She still queezes when I’m cutting.”
    “Some never get past it.” When had she? Eve wondered. Too long ago to remember.
    “You’re getting to him quickly. Appreciate it.”
    “I always enjoy working on your dead, and feel you enjoy me having my hands in them.
    What’s wrong with us?”
    “It’s a sick old world. How about the tox?”
    “Music off,” he ordered. “I assumed you’d want that straight away, and put a red flag on it. Still snowing?”
    “Yeah, it’s crap out there.”
    “Personally, I enjoy the snow.” He worked smoothly, weighing the liver, taking a small sample of it. He wore a sleek black suit under his protective smock, with a silver shirt that shimmered as he moved. His dark hair was in one tightly coiled braid, looped at the neck and twined with silver cord.
    Eve had often wondered how he managed it.
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    “Want a look?” He put the sample on a slide under his scope, gestured to the screen. “The tox confirms poisoning. Ricin, very concentrated, very lethal. Very quick in this case.”
    “Ricin? That’s from beans or something, right?”
    “And you win the trip for two to Puerto Vallarta. Castor beans, to be precise. Ricin’s made from the mash after processing. It was used as a laxative once upon a time.”
    She thought of the state of the body, the crime scene. “It sure as hell worked.”
    “Superbly. His liver and kidneys failed, and there was internal bleeding. He’d have had severe cramping, rapid heartbeat, nausea, very likely seizures.” Morris studied the screen as Eve did. “Ricin dust was used-and is still used on occasion-in bioterrorism. Injection of ricin was a favored assassination method before we discovered handier ways.”
    “Your all-purpose poison.”
    “Very versatile. The lab will process, but I can tell you it appears he drank it-in his hot chocolate.”
    “His wife made the chocolate.”
    “Ah. I love domestically inclined females.”
    “I don’t see her for it. Married a handful of months, no obvious motive. And she copped to making it without a blink.”
    “Marriages, even new ones, can be a terrorist camp.”
    “Damn right, but she’s not popping for me. Yet anyway.”
    “Good-looking young man,” Morris commented. “Athletic build and, I’d say, a harmonic homogeny of races.”
    “Harmonic homogeny.” Eve shook her head. “You kill me. He was a teacher-history, private school, Upper West Side. Left his lunch in his classroom, habitually. Ate at his desk Mondays, habitually. No security cameras in the classrooms or corridors. Private schools aren’t required to have them. Wouldn’t have been hard for anybody to doctor his drink. What we’re missing at this point is why anyone would. Guy’s coming off as a nice, harmless mensch.”
    “Someone, I’d say, didn’t like your mensch. This kind of poisoning isn’t just lethal, it’s extremely painful.” Hands deft as a violinist’s, Morris removed the heart. “He didn’t live long after he ingested it, but while he did, he suffered a great deal.”
     
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    She looked back at the body. What did you do, Craig, to piss somebody off this much?
    “His wife wants to see him. She’s notifying his parents, and I assume they will, too.”
    “After nine this evening. I’ll have him prepared for viewing.”
    “I’ll let them know.” She frowned back at Morris. “Where the hell do you get castor beans?”
    He only smiled. “I’m sure you’ll find out.”
    Peabody, slightly shamefaced, loitered by Vending. “Before you say anything, here’s a nice cold tube of Pepsi. And I put my time to good use. I’ve started runs on the staff members at Sarah Childand verified life insurance policies on both the vic and his wife.
    Vic gets his through work bennies. Fifty thousand, with the wife as beneficiary.”
    “Pretty piddly motive.” Eve took the tube, pleased that it was, indeed, nice and cold.
    “We’ll hit their financials, see