The Innocent by Harlan Coben

Olivia.

Chapter 8
    TELEVISION SHOWS, Loren knew, had convinced people that cops commonly meet with medical examiners in a morgue over a corpse. In reality that pretty much never happens. Loren was grateful for that. She was not squeamish or any of that, but she wanted death to be a constant shock to her. She didn't make jokes at the scene. She didn't try to block or use other defense mechanisms to look past it. For Loren a morgue was too matter-of-fact, too casual, too mundane about murder.
    Loren was about to open Eldon's office door when Trevor Wine, a fellow homicide investigator, stepped out. Trevor was overweight and old-school. He tolerated Loren as one might a cute pet that sometimes pees on the good carpet.
    "Hey, Squirt," he said to her.
    "You catch a homicide?"
    "Yup." Trevor Wine pulled up his belt. He had that weird kind of fat where you can never get the waist to perch and stay. "Gunshot victim. Two to the head at close range."
    "Robbery, gang, what?"
    "Maybe a robbery, definitely not a gang. The vic was a retired white guy."
    "Where did you find the body?"
    "Near the Hebrew cemetery off Fourteenth Avenue. We think he's a tourist."
    "A tourist in that neighborhood?" Loren made a face. "What's there to see?"
    Trevor faked a laugh and put a meaty hand on her shoulder. "I'll let you know when I know." He didn't add "little lady" but he might as well have. "See you later, Squirt."
    "Yeah, later."
    He moved away. Loren opened the door.
    Eldon sat at his desk. He wore a pair of clean scrubs. Eldon always wore scrubs. His office had absolutely no personality or color. When Eldon first took the job he wanted to change that, but when people came into this room to hear the details of the death, they wanted nothing stimulating any of the senses. So Eldon shifted the décor into neutral.
    "Here," Eldon said, "catch."
    He tossed her something. Instinctively Loren caught it. It was a plastic bag, filmy and yellow. There was some sort of gel inside it. Eldon held a matching bag in his hand.
    "Is this…?"
    Eldon nodded. "A well-used and thus well-soiled breast implant."
    "Can I just say for the record, 'Eeuw'?"
    "You may."
    Loren held the bag up to the light and frowned. "I thought implants were clear."
    "They start off that way- at least the saline ones."
    "These aren't saline?"
    "Nope. Silicone. And they've been marinating in bosom for well over a decade."
    Loren tried not to make a face. There was some sort of gel inside them. Eldon arched an eyebrow and started to knead the implant.
    "Cut that out."
    He shrugged. "Anyway, these belong to your Sister of the Immaculate Hooters."
    "And you're showing them to me because…?"
    "Because they offer us clues."
    "I'm listening."
    "First off, they're silicone."
    "So you said."
    "Remember, what, five, ten years ago when they had the big cancer scare?"
    "The implants were leaking."
    "Right. So the companies were forced to move to saline."
    "Aren't some people moving back now to silicone?"
    "Yes, but the point remains: These are old. Very old. Well over a decade."
    She nodded. "Okay, good, that's a start."
    "There's more." Eldon took out a magnifying glass. He flipped one of the implants over. "See this here?"
    Loren took the magnifying glass. "It's a tag."
    "See that number over on the bottom?"
    "Yes."
    "That's the serial number. This is true with pretty much any surgical implant- knees, hips, breasts, pacemaker, whatever. The device has to have a serial number."
    Loren nodded. "And the manufacturer keeps records."
    "Exactly."
    "So if we call the manufacturer and give them the serial number…"
    "We learn the real name of Mother with the Superiors."
    Loren looked up. "Thanks."
    "There's a problem."
    She sat back.
    "The company that made the implants was named SurgiCo. They went under eight years ago."
    "And their records?"
    Eldon shrugged. "We're trying to look into it. Look, it's late. We won't get anything tonight. I'm hoping to find out what happened to the records in the