Turner. I thought it time I came to see for myself.”Tobias Grant was obviously winded by his climb up the four flights of stairs. Nick gave him a few moments to catch his breath and look around. No point in hiding anything and he hadn’t tried. It was inevitable that sooner or later the director would confront him concerning the activities of his small laboratory. Nick had, in a manner of speaking, been looking forward to this visit.“Have a seat over there by the window, Dr. Grant. And forgive me, but this won’t wait. I like to make them decent for burial. A fresh cadaver…rigor sets in quickly and makes it harder to get the job done. Bloody cold in here besides. Doesn’t help.” There was a small stove in one corner of the room, but it wasn’t adequate to fend off the invasive November chill.He was sewing up the belly of a woman who less than an hour earlier had died in terrible agony, holding her stomach and retching vicious brown bile. “Liver possibly,” he said, continuing with his task, “but I think it more likely the gall bladder.”
