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Chapters (43)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Acknowledgements
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Chapter 1
  7. Chapter 2
  8. Chapter 3
  9. Chapter 4
  10. Chapter 5
  11. Chapter 6
  12. Chapter 7
  13. Chapter 8
  14. Chapter 9
  15. Chapter 10
  16. Chapter 11
  17. Chapter 12
  18. Chapter 13
  19. Chapter 14
  20. Chapter 15
  21. Chapter 16
  22. Chapter 17
  23. Chapter 18
  24. Chapter 19
  25. Chapter 20
  26. Chapter 21
  27. Chapter 22
  28. Chapter 23
  29. Chapter 24
  30. Chapter 25
  31. Chapter 26
  32. Chapter 27
  33. Chapter 28
  34. Chapter 29
  35. Chapter 30
  36. Chapter 31
  37. Chapter 32
  38. Chapter 33
  39. Chapter 34
  40. Chapter 35
  41. Chapter 36
  42. Chapter 37
  43. Epilogue

“It’s not important. The reason I didn’t is because the facilities for forensic pathology have been traditionally very bad, for bureaucratic reasons.”

“I notice even a hospital like this one lacks any mortuary facility.”

“That’s true,” Arun said. “There’s little need. Hindu and Muslim families claim their departed immediately for religious reasons.”

“Here I am,” Laurie said brightly, coming into the room. “I’m so excited about reaching the trigger injection. I can’t tell you how much I hate taking hormones.”

“I asked your husband about IUI,” Arun said to Laurie. “He wanted to wait for you.”

Laurie glanced at Jack. “Why did you want to wait for me?”

Jack shrugged. “He asked what our preference was.”

“Well, natural is much nicer. There’s no doubt. But intrauterine gets all those little guys where they need to be. With this much effort, we cannot take any chances. I’m afraid we have to do IUI.”

“Fine,” Jack said, waving his hands in the air.

“Then let’s make an appointment for tomorrow. How about around noon?”

Laurie and Jack looked at each other and nodded. “That’s fine,” Laurie said.

“Noon it is,” Arun said. “We’ll do all we can to see that your little one is conceived here in India. Now that that is out of the way, what is your business here at Queen Victoria Hospital? Is it something I can help you with? I am free. Today is my research day.”

“Do you have any friends who are forensic pathologists?” Laurie asked.

“I do. A very good friend, in fact: Dr. Vijay Singh. He and I have been friends since childhood. We both wanted to go into forensics. He actually did. He teaches at one of the private medical colleges here in New Delhi.”

“Do they have pathology facilities at this medical school?” Jack asked. He was encouraged.

“Absolutely. It’s a medical school and a small hospital.”

“How about autopsy facilities?” Laurie asked.

“Of course. As I said, it is a medical school. They do quite a few academic autopsies.”

Jack and Laurie regarded each other, then both nodded. They knew each other well enough that a significant amount of nonverbal communication occurred between them.

“Arun—do you mind if we call you Arun?” Jack asked.

“I prefer it,” Arun said.

“Do you think your friend Vijay might be willing to allow us to use his facilities? We’d like to do an autopsy.”

“You have to have permission to do an autopsy here in India.”

“This is a special case,” Jack said. “It is not an Indian but rather an American, and the immediate next of kin is here and gives her consent.”

“That is a unique request,” Arun said. “To be honest, I don’t know the legal situation.”

“Doing the autopsy, we believe, is very important.”