Page 153 of The Bone Code
“What?” In case the expletive was for my benefit.
“Herrin’s parking portable morgues outside the hospital. My LT says they need extra security.”
“Because?”
“The lookie-loos are getting rowdy.”
“Why?”
“They know what’s in the reefers.”
“Capno cases?”
Vislosky nodded, her faced patterned with neon from nearby store window signs.
“The death count is that high?”
“Through the roof.”
“COVID-19 is still a fresh memory, and people are frightened.”
“Whatever. It means my ass won’t be going home anytime soon.”
Approaching headquarters, she spoke again. “I’m guessing the tape was made with some sort of video camera.”
“Florence Sorg had a camcorder.”
“Pretty common item twenty years ago.”
“Sony sold kajillions.”
“Sounds like a lot.”
“Every proud dad had to capture his adorable progeny.”
“Why?”
“To bore his friends.”
“Mine didn’t.”
“Were you adorable?”
“Did Sony make many models?”
“Kajillions.”
“Hopefully, the e-geeks can lay hands on the right one.”
Anne had left her own scribbled note.
Off to see Josh. He landed a part in a soap, and they’reshooting in Savannah. Back Monday.
Ciao!
I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.
After feeding Birdie, I grilled a Havarti and Swiss sandwich and warmed a can of tomato soup. Not gourmet, but comfort food appealed.
