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After the Monsoon: An unputdownable thriller that will get your pulse racing!. Robert Karjel
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isbn 9780007586073
Автор произведения Robert Karjel
Жанр Приключения: прочее
Издательство HarperCollins
Somewhere in the middle of the filet mignon, when the conversation around the table had split into a few groups, Grip asked him about Per-Erik Slunga. About the body. Yes, the doctor had seen it and put it in the ship’s morgue himself.
“Autopsy?” Grip asked.
“No, no, that’s a job for pathologists, and we don’t have one on board. We’re here to sew people up and keep them alive. If everything goes south, the cause of death is usually pretty clear. That poor bastard Slunga was shot, as you’re probably aware.”
“Yes, of course, but beyond that.”
“In the head.”
Grip spun his index finger, in a gesture of wanting to know more.
“You know, pathologists, they’re peculiar people,” the doctor said, sipping his wine, “and they do a particular type of science. An autopsy, if it’s going to happen, will have to be done in Sweden.”
“Takes too long.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Whatever you can figure out. I don’t know, maybe the angle of the bullet.”
“There was just one shot, right?”
“If you say so.”
The captain raised his voice to get everyone’s attention. “As I mentioned, I received confirmation today that in little more than a month, the foreign minister will make an official visit.” He got a couple of satisfied nods in reply, and the male embassy official started talking about plans for the event, something about a motorcade, and soon the other guests at the table fell back into their little conversations.
“Shot angles, bruises, and whether he was under the influence when shot, that much I can handle,” said the doctor, who’d swallowed the bait during the break in conversation. “I can run some tests here, through the French hospital in the city.”
“When?”
The doctor didn’t hear Grip. “But no fine points. I can’t tell you the caliber of the bullet, or what he’s had for lunch. I don’t want to slice him up too much.”
“When can you start?” repeated Grip.
The doctor had stopped debating with himself. “Tomorrow. I can start in the morning.”
The women in white began to clear away the empty plates.
“And when exactly will you have the results?” It was the first officer, looking across the table at Grip.
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