A little later, we moved the body into the autopsy suite and I undressed it on top of the first steel table. The paramedics left, returning the morgue to its usual sounds of water running into sinks and steel instruments clattering against steel. I attached the victim’s films to light boxes where the shadows and shapes of his organs and bones brightly bared their souls to me. Bullets and their multitude of ragged pieces were lethal snowstorms in liver, lungs, heart and brain. He had an old bullet in his left buttock and a healed fracture of his right humerus. Mr. Jones, like so many of my patients, had died the way he had lived.

I was making the Y-incision when the buzzer sounded in the bay. I did not pause. The security guard would take care of whoever it was. Moments later I heard heavy footsteps in the corridor, and Marino walked in.

‘I would’ve got here sooner but all the neighbors decided to come out and watch the fun.’

‘What neighbors?’ I looked quizzically at him, scalpel poised midair.

‘This drone’s neighbors in Whitcomb Court. We were afraid there was going to be a friggin’ riot. Word went down he was shot by a cop, and then it was Santa who whacked him, and next thing there’s people crawling out of cracks in the sidewalk.’

Marino, still in dress uniform, took off his coat and draped it over a chair. ‘They’re all gathered around with their two-liter bottles of Pepsi, smiling at the television cameras. Friggin’ unbelievable.’ He slid a pack of Marlboros out of his shirt pocket.

‘I thought you were doing better with your smoking,’ I said.

‘I am. I get better at it all the time.’

‘Marino, it isn’t something to joke about.’ I thought of my mother and her tracheotomy. Emphysema had not cured her habit until she had gone into respiratory arrest.

‘Okay.’ He came closer to the table. I’ll tell you the serious truth. I’ve cut it down by half a pack a day, Doc.’

I cut through ribs and removed the breastplate.

‘Molly won’t let me smoke in her car or house.’

‘Good for Molly,’ I said of the woman Marino began dating at Thanksgiving. ‘How are the two of you doing?’

‘Real good.’

‘Are you spending Christmas together?’

‘Oh yeah. We’ll be with her family in Urbana. They do a big turkey, the whole nine yards.’ He tapped an ash to the floor and fell silent.

‘This is going to take a while,’ I said. ‘The bullets have fragmented as you can see from his films.’

Marino glanced around at the morbid chiaroscuro displayed on light boxes around the room.

‘What was he using? Hydra-Shok?’ I asked.

‘All the cops around here are using Hydra-Shok these days. I guess you can see why. It does the trick.’

‘His kidneys have a finely granular surface. He’s very young for that.’