"Someone?" Calvin repeated, even more keenly interested now than he had been just based on the state of the body. If she had been talking about a person she didn't know personally but who was known generally she would have said they, probably. Someone implied it had been a complete stranger, come and gone without notice only for the body to be discovered later. It wasn't impossible to sneak around hospitals, he knew that. Once he'd gotten into Sage Whitby's gear locker to see if there was anything interesting in it (there wasn't) and no one had noticed at all. But he knew the hospital layout and was a regular enough face that no one would have questioned his presence there at any hour, and he hadn't been lugging around half a corpse while he did it. The first two points might have been true of the mysterious body-dumper, but certainly not the third. That was bound to attract attention.

"How did someone get into the St. Mungo's exam rooms?" he mused, more to the body than to the healer who had delivered it. He wasn't sure that the body would have the answer, but it might. The people upstairs were often surprised by how much he could find in an autopsy. They were all flashy wandwork and combat training; no faith in medicine. If this could, in fact, be classified under medicine. Turning his attention back to the healer, he continued, "So he was dead before anyone had interacted with him? Any attempts at resuscitation?"

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