‘We’re not a burns unit,’ he complained, leading Dan Banbury back to the autopsy room. ‘I’m not really equipped to deal with this. Fire examination’s a pretty intricate discipline.’ ‘I know a bit about it,’ said Banbury. ‘There was a fire officer named Carter at the Weeks site. She’s offered to provide us with advice.’ ‘I think we’ll need her,’ said Kershaw. ‘I’ve spared you the sight of Mr Hall. A lot of his skin came off with the tar. It had set like concrete.’ Even with the extraction fan on and the bodies hidden from sight, the place reeked with the smell of road-surfacing material. As there were only two small high windows at the ends of the room, the overhead LED panels were always illuminated, and their light gave the living a ghastly anaemic pallor. ‘It’s funny, a bloke like you doing this.’ Banbury sniffed, looking around at the laden anatomy station and the scrubbed steel cadaver tables. ‘What do you mean?’ Kershaw pulled off his hairnet and flicked blond curls out of his eyes.
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