Autopsy(Kay Scarpetta #25)(101)

“This individual injected iso into several other bottles that the French police have seized,” she says. “We’re confident there aren’t any others.”

“Well, I’m glad all of us lived to tell the tale,” I reply.

“I was very pleased to hear you’d changed your mind, deciding not to quit.” She says the word ironically, and it wasn’t me who decided anything.

Elvin Reddy had a change of heart, refusing to accept my bogus resignation, and rumor has it he may be up for another appointment. What I have to say about that is good riddance. Whatever it is, Maggie won’t go with him, and I’ll figure out later how I’m going to deal with her day to day.

“I’m looking forward to seeing you back at Interpol, soon I hope,” Gabriella says, and we end the call as I pick up my drink.

“A toast,” I announce. “To Lucy, a happy belated birthday.” We clink our glasses together.

“And to you,” Fruge says with a nod. “Welcome back, Chief.”