The world is made up of rules society knows to follow.
Doctors cause no harm.
The mafia aren’t allowed to eliminate a rival on the family’s front lawn.
And killing cops is not a line one should cross.
But with a dead body lying in the street and the victim carrying a badge, my worst fears are brought screaming to the surface.
Professionally, I’m his medical examiner.
Personally, I’m married to his colleague.
These are the cases, I quickly come to realize, that are the epitome of my worst nightmares wrapped up in one tungsten tipped package.
