CHAPTER FIVE
The heat of Arizona was starting to get to her. Dakota shifted uncomfortably, tugging at the turtleneck she'd insisted on wearing. The coroner sat across from them, on the small terrace with garden furniture beneath a large umbrella.
The man was sipping a martini, wearing a lab coat.
Dakota sat in a metal chair across from him, frowning. Agent Clement kept glancing towards the metal door which led to the basement where the coroner's office resided.
But according to the man, he was on lunch break.
“Do you think we could take this inside?” Dakota said carefully, fanning at her face.
The old man lowered his martini with a smack of his lips, letting out a long sigh. He had a strange set of metal pliers jutting out of a white lapel pocket. A rusty hue stained the white cloth
