pending, so I called ahead and warned them that the two of us would be coming.
“Catalina Baylor and Runa Etterson,” I told the woman behind the counter. “We’re here about the Etterson case.”
The receptionist, an older Latina woman, gave me an apologetic smile. “I’ve spoken to AME Conway and he says that you can’t view the bodies.”
“Can’t?” Runa asked. “What do you mean by can’t?”
“They’re not available.”
The air around Runa shimmered with a faint trace of green. Her voice went cold. “Make them available.”
The lobby went completely silent, as the three admins behind the counter held very still.
I had to defuse this standoff before someone panicked and escalated it. Luckily, bureaucracy was made of rules, and rules and I were friends.
I smiled at the receptionist. “As the next of kin and Head of her House, Prime Etterson has a right to view the remains of her family members at will. If you deny her access, I’ll be forced to notify her House counsel and you will have to show cause for failing to comply with your own regulations, in court, before a judge. I’ll wait while you check the validity of our claim with your in-house attorney.”
The receptionist reached for the phone. “One moment please.” She turned away from me and spoke into the phone in an urgent whisper.
I stepped away and steered Runa toward the window.
Minutes ticked by.
“What is taking so long?” Runa ground out.
“They’ll sort it out.”
The admin hung up. “Our apologies.” She motioned to a young white man with longish, dark hair who had been hovering by the copier behind her. “This is Victor.”
Victor, who had been trying very hard to be invisible up to this point, performed an award-winning impersonation of a deer in headlights.
“Victor will take you to the correct autopsy suite.”
“Thank you,” I said. “We’re also expecting a Scroll representative. Please have him join us when he arrives.”
We followed Victor to the elevator. It took us to the third floor, which was just as gleaming as the lobby. We walked through a white hallway to a large room, where six autopsy tables waited in a row against the wall. Four stood empty. The other two held bodies covered with white fabric.
A white man in his late thirties waited by the nearest table with his arms crossed. He wore a pristine white lab coat, which gave a glimpse of a striped grey dress shirt and yellow tie. His dark hair was cut so short, it was barely there. You would expect him to be clean shaven, but the stubble sheathing his face and neck was about the same length as his hair. It looked like he had gotten up a couple of mornings ago, shaved everything from the neck up, and now was letting it grow out. The effect was rather unsettling.
Victor beat a hasty retreat without saying a word. The man in the lab coat showed no signs of coming forward to greet us, so I headed for him. Runa followed. Two security cameras, one on the right wall and the other directly above the door, watched our every move.
The man lifted his badge, showing it to us. “Silas Conway, MD, assistant medical examiner.”
I waited. Nothing else came out. That was the totality of the introductions. Great start.
“Catalina Baylor and Runa Etterson. Thank you for meeting with us on such short notice, Dr. Conway.”
“What are you doing here?”
“What do you think we’re doing here?” Runa asked.
“Wasting my time.”
He did not just say that. “We’re here to view the bodies.”
Conway fixed me with his stare. “Why?”
“It doesn’t matter why.” Runa took a step toward him. “You have no right to block my access to the remains of my family.”
“I wasn’t blocking your access. I was otherwise occupied. I had to drop everything and come down here to accommodate you. The bodies are not in any state to be viewed, and it is the policy of this office to spare the family members the unnecessary trauma. I was trying to be considerate, but clearly my efforts and concern were wasted.”
Clearly. He was a veritable fountain of consideration and sympathy. He couldn’t even manage a “sorry for your loss.”
This felt wrong. First, I had called ahead, so he knew we would be arriving. Second, he wasn’t just irritated but borderline hostile, as if he were trying to antagonize Runa. This was a routine procedure and he was in breach of protocol. What possible reason could there be for that hostility? If he acted like this with everybody,