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“Nope. At least there’s nothing official. Want me to call Vandy?”


She thought for a minute. “Tell you what. Let me get over to Sam’s and see what she’s found from the autopsy. We’re going to want to tread lightly. Vandy won’t cooperate with us without some paper. Go ahead and get a subpoena started for her records. Besides, I don’t want to start a panic if we can help it. This is going to be the lead story on the news. It was sensational enough that she was found at the Parthenon. When the media finds out she was a Vandy coed, they’re going to go nuts.” She ran a hand through her hair, unconsciously combing out the wind-blown tangles. Catching a knot, she looked in the mirror in aggravation and struggled to put it into a ponytail while holding the cell phone. She lost the whole mess, hair and phone alike. She grabbed the phone from between her legs and brushed her hair out of her eyes impatiently.

“I assume there was contact information with her print card?”

“Yep.” She could hear him shuffling papers in the background before the roar of an eighteen-wheeler passing much too closely drowned him out.

“…Kentucky. Want me to…”

“Wait, wait, say that again. Couldn’t hear you over the traffic.”

“Where are you?”

“I’m pulled over to the side of Interstate 24. Where’s she from again?”

“Bowling Green, Kentucky. The contacts are Edward and Sally Kincaid. I assume they’re her parents. We need to get them notified.”

Taylor rubbed the back of her neck. “Go ahead and call Reverend Spenser. I always like to have him around when I have to do a notification. He can get in touch with the Bowling Green police, see if their chaplain’s available to do the notification. Ask him to arrange to have them driven down here, too.”

“Will do. They’re going to want to talk to you, I’m sure.”

“Yes, but I don’t want to talk with them until Sam has more definitive results. I’d like to be able to give them her cause of death, if we have one. Damn, this really sucks. Get the family notified, then we’ll go ahead with Vandy. Be delicate, Marcus. This is going to be beyond difficult for them.”

“Yeah, I imagine it will ruin their lives. I’ll talk to the chaplain and get it all arranged.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll be back after I see Sam.”

“Um, Taylor, before you go?”

“What?”

“Your dad called.”

Her father. Her chest tightened. Oh man, talk about something she didn’t need.

“Did he say what he wanted?”

“No, just that he needs to speak with you. He said it was important.”

“Yeah, it always is,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing. Go on and get in touch with Shelby Kincaid’s parents. I’ll talk to you later.”

She hung up, pushing thoughts of her father away and getting her mind back on the case. There was nothing worse than having to tell parents they’d outlived their child. She was more than a little relieved Marcus was going to handle the notification.

She pulled back out on the interstate and took the first exit leading her back into the city. She tried not to think and, instead, enjoy the few moments of freedom she had left. A pointless endeavor. She gave up and gunned the car.

The late afternoon traffic was terrible, and it took her twenty minutes to plow her way through to Gass Boulevard. The State of Tennessee Center for Forensic Medicine was run by a private group contracted with the city. Their brand-new, twenty-thousand square foot building looked more like the local offices of a corporate giant than a morgue.

She pulled into the parking lot, more than a little jealous of Sam and her new realm. It sure beat Homicide’s crappy little office. Then again, they didn’t have dead bodies next to the break room.

She was buzzed through the door into the spacious lobby. She was facing the family viewing room, where family members of the deceased could identify their loved one’s mortal remains on closed-circuit TV.

She was thankful the new system had been put into place. It was easier for the family not to go through up-close-and-personal body identification, or deal with photographs of their dearly departed. They had a quiet, nicely furnished room, professional support, and some distance from their family member. It was a good system.

One of the grief counselors would eventually be back there with Shelby’s parents, ready to bolster and guide the family through their worst nightmares. Taylor felt chill bumps on her arms. She was glad she didn’t have to come back and deal with them tonight.

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