Long ago, Detective Lieutenant Vincent D’Agosta had learned to be late for any appointment at the M.E. building on East Twenty-Sixth Street. He had found out the hard way that there were distinct disadvantages to being early, most of which involved arriving while an autopsy was still ongoing and thus being compelled to witness the final stages, which were inevitably the worst. They’d told him he would eventually get used to it.
(from Two Graves by Douglas Preston & Lincoln Child)
8½*/10. The complete review is here.