A SURPRISE WAS WAITING for Nathan when he reached the mortuary. He had no sooner parked his car and got out than he found himself confronted by a woman a couple of years younger than him.
“How are you doing?” Louisa Orchard asked, the toughness in her pale green eyes faded to show concern as she looked up to search Nathan’s face for any sign of strain.
Nathan didn’t answer straight away, instead he turned to Georgie, who was waiting on the other side of the car for instructions. “You go inside, I’ll catch up with you shortly. If you’re lucky, someone will take you on through so Dr Jones can give you an account of what he’s doing.” Once he might have described it as a blow-by-blow, but he couldn’t bring himself to make even that feeble effort at humour. “Since you’re sure it’s not going t
