CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
The medical examiner in charge of the Hopkins and Hix cases had just started digging into the Lowell case. Meredith Lowell’s body was still on his table but he seemed hesitant to allow Kate and DeMarco into the room.
“There are things I still don’t quite understand about the death,” he said. He was a rotund and rather short man named Fenn. Kate decided right away that she liked him simply because of his respect for the dead. She had encountered far too many MEs and coroners who were more than happy to show off the latest body.
“Like what exactly?” DeMarco asked.
They were standing outside of the examination room, Fenn standing directly in front of the door like some stout sentry.
“Well, for one, what the hell was used to strangle her. It has definition to it that I’ve
