You’ll Feel A Sharp Scratch

The desk was tidy, even down to the corpse. The body of Dr. Schulyer might have been painstakingly arranged for the police to find. He was hunched over in his seat, arms folded on the desk, head resting on his forearms, turned slightly to the left. Deputy Inspector Rose McIntyre crouched down beside him. She took in the one opened eye, marble-glossy, obviously dead. The face was pale and saggy, mouth and jaw drooping. McIntyre straightened up, a tall, slim woman with long brown hair, sharp features, and large dark eyes. “Any idea how long?” The forensics SIO’s real name