The first and only time I saw Leonard Barsky was through the window of the Magnetic Resonance Imaging Laboratory in the Kansas City General Neurology ward. He was dead.
Uniquely so.
The victim of a gruesome murder—he had been murdered from the inside out. How? By whose hand and for what reason?
All we had was a note which read, “Your blood is sweet.”
Was this written by a vampire or was it a macabre clue?
I am a Forensic Anthropologist by profession and spend my time in teaching and counseling. Kansas City General had commissioned me to give three lectures over three days, and I was on the third day.
The hospital gave me an executive suite in the building. My contact at the hospital, Dr. Carl Martin, Head of Cardiology, called me as soon as the body was discovered and explained the circumstances. He added, “Dr. Talmo, I am sorry to bother you at this time in the morning, but I consider it most opportune to have someone with your experience on the premises when we’ve been subjected to this horrible event.”
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