Medical Examiner
I was in the coffee room when Ribs got into work. He walked in, sat down, and said, “Well?”
“Well, what?”
“Fess up. Tell me what happened.”
“Nothing happened.”
“Oh my God, don’t tell me that.”
“You just said to tell you what happened.”
“I meant what really happened. Not some boring s**t about talking.”
“Forget about it, Ribs. Let’s discuss what matters. Did you get the phone logs yet?”
“No phone logs, but Ben called with preliminaries.”
“Good. Let’s see what we’ve got.”
We read the report then called Ben for a few follow-up questions. “So you’re saying three GSWs to the side of the head. Any signs of struggle?”
“None. But the drug screen shows that she had a lot of clonazepam in her. I mean a lot.”
“How much is a lot, and how does that compare to a normal dosa
