We don't know yet, said Martinez. We'll have to wait for the police scientists to have a look at her body.
But why are you here? I mean, you're a detective, aren't you? asked Latto.
I'm just checking to make sure everything's OK, said Martinez. I mean, nobody's broken into the house. Nobody's been fighting in the house. She doesn't seem to have taken her own life. Martinez put the paper away in his pocket. It looks as if she just died. I'm sorry, but sometimes it happens. Well,you must know that. You're a doctor.
Latto thought about saying something, but decided not to. As a doctor, he knew that sometimes people did just die. A sudden heart problem or something like that. It happened, but it was unusual. And it was very unusual if the person was a healthy, happy forty-two-year-old woman, in a caring profession, and with everything to live for. For the second time that day he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.