En Route
To The Cemetery
Saint Mary’s
As Ivan drove, Elizabeth got the email from her husband. The autopsy was done on Jonathan Miller, and they now had positive ID.
Pulling out her phone, she called Chris.
It looked like it was time to check in with him.
As soon as he answered, Chris went there.
“Hey,” he said. “Let me guess. You got the email, and now, you’re going to ask all kinds of questions to annoy me.”
She laughed.
How could she not?
He’d nailed that.
“I love and hate that you know me so well. COD,” she said, not missing a beat.
Chris wasn’t shocked.
Yes, he’d just sent the email one minute ago, but if anything, Elizabeth was a creature of habit.
“Well, it was a stab to the heart, like we all saw from the crime scene, but Jonathan Miller had other issues.”
That made her lift a brow.
“And they would be?”
He was to the point.
“He was missing a kidney.”
That hung there.
And she was confused.
It wasn’t like her husband not to notice a man had a hole on the back of his body on a crime scene. This might be a first.
“So you guys missed that he had a whole-ass kidney missing at the scene? That might have been helpful then.”
Chris slowed her roll.
“No, Elizabeth, I didn’t miss it. I’ve been doing this as long as you have. I saw the scar, but didn’t point it out because people have surgeries.”
Okay.
He had her there.
Chris continued.
“At some point, he had surgery, and his kidney was taken out. I have the VA records on him, and there is no evidence of him having kidney disease, or him donating. It says in the records that he’s been homeless for a long time.”
“What war?” she asked.
