This is my first post in over three months. It’s a long time to be away from writing, but I’m hoping to post at least weekly from now on. The idea came when as I sat drinking a cappuccino and thought, what if you bought a coffee on the way to work and when you got there. . . . The idea is probably not very original, but it’s a place to start, and I enjoyed writing it.
Rebecca dropped her two girls off at day care, picked up a cappuccino at the coffee shop and headed for the morgue.
I hate Mondays. She knew her hatred of Mondays stemmed from her hatred of weekends, because the previous weekend’s carnage on the roads always meant multiple corpses at the morgue on Monday.
She pulled into a reserved parking spot that bore her name: Rebecca Matthews. The spot to her left already occupied by an immaculately kept 1980 Mercedes 350 SE. It was large, clunky and thirsty but Sam Treloar, the city’s chief medical examiner, loved it. He’d inherited it when his father died and he looked after it as if it was his baby, much to the chagrin of his long-suffering wife.
Sam was already in the lab, the pile of notes next to him evidence of the toxicology tests he’d already carried out. He rubbed a hand wearily across his eyes. “Some days I hate this job,” he said violently, “the innocent are killed and the guilty walk away free.”
Rebecca pulled her lab coat on as she stood beside him. “Bad case Sam?”
He didn’t reply. Sometimes the job affected him so much she wondered why he hadn’t quit years ago.
“Morning Sam.” Their junior assistant exited the lift. Elijah looked dapper as usual.
“Looks like we have a bad one on our hands today, Elijah,” Rebecca told him.
Sam continued to sit motionless, responding to neither Elijah’s greeting nor Rebecca’s statement.
There was no response.
“Boss?” Elijah put a hand on the older man’s shoulder.
The senior medical examiner looked up. “Come on, Elijah, the sooner you and I get this autopsy done the better.”
Elijah followed him to the other side of the room where a body lay on the autopsy table shrouded in a sheet.
“I hope the guy who caused this accident is locked up for a very long time. So high on ice, he didn’t even realise he’d been in a smash. And now…” Sam’s voice shook with emotion as he rested his hand gently on the shrouded head, “…two little girls will grow up without their mother.” he uncovered the body with great gentleness.
Elijah gasped, “Oh dear Lord, no!”