Not used to being unsure of himself, of his job, he felt scrubbed raw inside and out. A jewelry store robbery kept him occupied for several hours, before wrapping up neatly when the thieves tried to pawn the stolen goods. Most cases were like that, he realized. Perpetrated by people who weren’t too bright and not very challenging to catch. As he sat at his desk staring at the screen instead of typing up the necessary reports, he considered that. For years he’d been able to do much of his work without too much effort because of predictable patterns and outcomes. Between that and the kind of idiots who committed most crimes, it was not surprising he’d come to accept the simplest answer to a question without even considering any other possibility. Most of the time the simplest answer was the right answer. But what if it wasn’t? Nate thumbed off the monitor and grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair. Ten minutes later he was in the coroner’s wing, looking for Henry in the lab.
