She made quick work of the standard parts of the autopsy. It had been obvious that the poor boy had been murdered - nineteen year olds seldom dropped dead when they were in perfect health. She couldn't find any signs of blunt force trauma or stabbing, and she moved to analyze the contents of the stomach.
A sickening almond smell was still there, and she wrinkled her nose. Cataloging her findings, she stopped the tape recorder. "I'm so sorry, Ben."