He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.
Has all the trappings of a mystery novel, doesn't it?
I wouldn't want to donate my body for scientific study.
I'm very, very sensitive to pain and to people who suffer.
Everyone is doing forensics.
I won't put myself in a position where I'm vulnerable.