Eduard Manet Flowers In A Crystal Vase painting

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Triple-check, quadruple-check,” Toledano declared. “First thing a deader comes in here, I stethoscope him, listen for heart and lung action. Use the diaphragm side to hear high-pitched sounds, bell side for low-pitched.” He nodded continually, as though while he talked he were mentally reviewing a checklist of steps he’d taken on receipt of Dunny’s body. “Do a mirror test for breath. Then establish internal body temp, take it again a half-hour later, then a half-hour of Ethan’s chill.He suspected that the subtle scent of death had saturated his clothing.Places like this had never in the past disturbed him. He was disturbed now.In the space labeled NEXT OF KIN OR RESPONSIBLE PARTY, the hospital paperwork listed Ethan’s after that, to see is it dropping like it should if what you’ve got is really a deader.”[55] Pomp found this amusing. “Internal temperature? You mean you spend your time shovin’ thermometers up dead people’s butts?”Unamused, Jose said, “Have some respect,” and crossed himself.Ethan’s palms were damp. He blotted them on his shirt. “Well, if nobody could get in here to take him, and if he was dead—where is he now?”“Probably one of the sisters jerking your chain,” Pomp told the morgue attendant. “Those nuns are jokers.”Cold air, snow-white ceramic tile, stainless-steel drawer fronts glistening like ice: None of it accounted for the depth