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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

“Is there some way to get those samples over there?” Laurie said, as she finished obtaining the last sample.

“I’m sure there is,” Arun said. “I’ll get Jeet to take care of it. I’d imagine the clinical laboratory here at the Gangamurthy Hospital has a delivery service.”

With two proficient prosectors at work, the autopsy proceeded apace until Laurie got to the kidneys. After checking them and determining them to be normal in situ, she lopped them out with the knife used for gross dissection. Using the same knife, she opened one with a bifurcating coronal slice, exposing the parenchyma and the calyx.

“Jack, look at this!” she said excitedly.

Jack looked over her shoulder. “That looks odd,” he said. “The parenchyma looks sort of waxy.”

“Exactly,” Laurie said, with even more excitement. “I’ve seen this before. You know what it turned out to be?”

“Amyloid?” Jack guessed.

“No, silly. That pink stuff is in the tubules. It’s in the lumen, not in the cells. Maria suffered acute rhabdomyolysis!”

“Arun!” Jack called excitedly, “call Jeet. We want a frozen section. If this is myosin and we’re dealing with an intoxication, as we suspect, this is practically pathognomonic for succinylcholine poisoning.”

A half-hour later, Laurie was the first to get to look at the kidney sections. The autopsy had been finished and dictated. Specimens had been fixed, particularly of the kidney and the heart, and the slides would be made. Finally, the body had been placed in a proper mortuary cooler.

“Well,” Jack demanded impatiently. Laurie seemed to be taking longer than usual peering into the microscope.

“They are definitely pink casts in the tubules,” she said. She leaned back so Jack could look.

“Rhabdomyolysis for sure!” Jack said. He straightened up. “Considering the history, I’d accept that as proof, even without toxicology.”

Laurie got up so that Arun and then Neil could look in and see the myosin blocking the kidney tubules.

“So, what are you going to do now?” Arun asked. He was exhilarated to be part of a forensic pathology case, just what he’d dreamed of when he was in high school, before the realities of the field in India had become known to him.

“We should probably be asking you at this point,” Jack said. “In the United States, medical examiners operating in an independent capacity would approach either the police or the district attorney or both. This is clearly a criminal situation.”

“I don’t know what should be done,” Arun admitted. “Perhaps I should ask one of my lawyer friends.”