“Well I sure knew something was going on with Anne showing up at this hour. And then Bryce wandering in, and after him Paula from histology? And now you and Doctor Zenner, and rumor has it Ernie Koppel’s on his way. Damn.” She glances up at me. “So who’s the company we didn’t invite?”

I tell her, and she blows out a loud breath and rolls her eyes.

“I could use some overtime help if you’re interested,” I add, scanning names, ages, addresses, suspected causes of death, and whether our patients are still with us or have been dispatched to a funeral home or cemetery.

“Starting when?” she asks.

“Starting when your shift ends six hours from now.”

“O’Riley will be in then. At eight.”

“Yes, and I’d like you to stay and help him, if you’re willing. As long as you’re not too tired.” I want Georgia around because she’s fearless and she’s loyal. “Let’s get as many backups here as we can.”

“I’ll get on the phone. It’s better if I do it.” She means instead of Bryce. “You know how he can get on people’s last nerve.”

“As many of our officers who are available. I want at least one on every floor if possible.”

“To protect us from them.” She means from the FBI, and I don’t nod or answer.

I look her in the eye, and that’s enough.

“You just let me know what you want me to do,” Georgia folds her thick arms across her formidable chest, and I don’t know how effective she’d be in a fight but I wouldn’t want to challenge her.

“That will be largely decided by our guests,” as I turn back several pages in the log, wondering if there’s been a mistake.

“Well I can already tell you what they’ll do,” Georgia is getting worked up by the thought of her turf being overrun. “They’re going to snoop into every damn thing they can while they have the chance.”

“We won’t give it to them,” I reply as I continue to peruse the log, and I didn’t expect Molly Hinders’s body to still be here.

But it must be. Had it been released there would be a handwritten record of it, and as I read the entry made Monday, September 5, I’m reminded of the address.

Granite Street.

Bryce and Ethan live on Granite Street here in Cambridge very close to Magazine Park on the river. They moved there last spring, and I’m startled and not quite sure why.

“It appears Molly Hinders wasn’t released after I left yesterday.” I return the log to its spot on the ledge. “I thought she was being picked up by the funeral home. Did Doctor Wier run into some sort of problem?”