Port Mortuary [antikvár]

A Note to My ReadersWhile this is a work of fiction, it is not science fiction. The medical and forensic procedures, and technologies and weapons, you are about to see exist now, even as you read this work. Some of what you are about to encounter is extremely disturbing. All of it is possible.Also real and fully operational at this writing are various entities, including the following:Port Mortuary at Dover Air Force Base Armed Forces Medical Examiner (AFME) Armed Forces DNA Identification Laboratory (AFDIL) Armed Forces Institute of Pathology (AFIP) Department of Defense (DoD)Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency (DARPA) Royal United Services Institute (RUSI)1Inside the changing room for female staff, I toss soiled scrubs into a biohazard hamper and strip off the rest of my clothes and medical clogs. I wonder if Col. Scarpetta stenciled in black on my locker will be removed the minute I return to New England in the morning. The thought hadn't entered my mind before now, and it bothers me. A part of me doesn't want to leave this place.Life at Dover Air Force Base has its comforts, despite six months of hard training and the bleakness of handling death daily on behalf of the US government. My stay here has been surprisingly uncomplicated. I can even say it's been pleasant. I'm going to miss getting up before dawn in my modest room, dressing in cargo pants, a polo shirt, and boots, and walking in the cold dark across the parking lot to the golf course clubhouse for coffee and something to eat before driving to Port Mortuary, where I'm not in charge. When I'm on duty for the armed1