Wilson got out of the car slowly then he, and Moira made their way into the mortuary building.Stephanie Reid was already gowned and waiting. ‘I thought that you were in a hurry with the autopsy,’ she said as Wilson entered. ‘I have several clients to-day, and I was tempted to make a start on some of the others.’‘You’re in a happy mood this morning,’ Wilson said accepting a surgical gown from Reid’s male assistant. He nodded at Moira, and she made her way to the observation room.‘Does she go everywhere with you?’ Reid asked.‘She happens to be my sergeant and a bloody good one she is too,’ he said pulling on his gown.‘I suppose it’s no harm that she’s also attractive,’ the smile in Reid’s eyes was mischievous but was not accompanied by a smile on her lips.‘Already spoken for,’ Wilson put on the green gown. ‘The lucky lad is a visiting professor at Queens.’ He glanced toward the observation room and saw that Moira was busy with her notebook. He realised that without the microphone she couldn’t here what was being said in the theatre.‘From what I’ve heard that never bothered you before,’ Reid whipped a white sheet off the corpse and handed it to her assistant.
