Doyle Grimaldi?” The surgeon nodded at the lead officer’s question before stepping aside and allowing the quartet of officers standing on his front porch to enter. 

“What brings you out here at this hour? What time is it anyway?” 

“Half past three and we’re here because we received an anonymous tip that you were keeping a little girl’s body here,” the lead officer said with such a deadpan expression that Grimaldi thought he was kidding at first. His expression shifted to match the lead officer’s when he realized he wasn’t kidding in any way, shape, or form.

“That’s… absolutely crazy. I would never…!”

“Will you allow us to search your home or sha...

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