Chapter 18Urzula Ezergailis, Coroner, looked up as he stepped off the lift into the foyer.
“What are you doing here already?” he asked.
“Waiting for you,” she said.
“Laconic as a she-bear,” Maris replied. “Listen, Fuzzy, I got secuvid showing a suspect administering an injectopen full of something into the Muceniek victim. You still got the meat?”
The eyebrow climbed the forehead, and the lip curled up off the canine.
For a moment, he was certain he was breakfast.
“Let's take a look.” She let him through the door and led him toward the meat locker. “Got into a bit of trouble with the Coalition, I hear. They let you out for good behavior?”
“Bad mouthing,” he quipped. It didn't surprise him they weren't after him. It'd been an extrajudicial detainment, without charges, without trial,
