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Honor was back to pacing again, and Bishop didn’t blame her.

Not.

At.

All.

When she stopped, she went there.

“And she didn’t like it, so she started sleeping with her therapist?” she asked. “Why didn’t she just tell her husband to knock that shit off if she changed her mind? Wouldn’t they have stopped?” she asked, keeping her voice down.

She nodded.

“They absolutely would have,” Bishop admitted. “They told us both if we were uncomfortable with it happening, to tell them. She never said a word to anyone—well, to any of us. Clearly, she was saying words to someone,” she stated, pointing at the phone and incriminating evidence.

Honor had to go there.

She had to take the woo-woo shit out of the equation and go with details until they could be removed.

“Bish, what if this wasn’t the killer taking out Wynter, but the doctor doing it? We told him that women were committing suicide. We told him at the appointment, at which time he NEVER let on that he knew her. I sat right there, and between the two of them, I had no freaking clue what was going on.”

Bishop’s brain was going a million miles a minute.

“I mean, we can ask him and see if he gets rattled. I know how we can tell if he’s lying.”

She lifted a brow.

Then, went there.

“HART?” she asked.

Bishop nodded.

“Yeah, Hart. We can’t let her body be cremated yet. Bodhi didn’t do a full autopsy, and if this isn’t part of the Oracle issue, we might have a whole other set of issues.”

Honor knew that was accurate.

“We’re going to have to tell Bo, so he’s on the same page with us. He’s the ME, and his name is going on that death certificate stating he autopsied her. If she gets dug back up...”

She was aware.

It appeared that they were about to dig a little deeper.

Opening the door, she called Bodhi in, and he was confused about what was wrong. Both women looked stirred up.

“Yes?” he asked, when Honor closed the morgue office door behind him.

Bishop was to the point.

“We’re going to need a full autopsy. Could this be made to look like a suicide?” Bishop asked.

He was surprised.

But honest.

“Well, yes, it could be. Any ‘suicide’ can be faked. Only, why are you going there with this one?”

Yeah, well, welcome to the crazy, Doc.


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