He stepped into the medical examiner's office lobby and immediately took off his gray peacoat, shaking snow from the shoulders before folding it over his arm. Underneath, he wore a purple collared shirt with a geometric print on it, and a soft, oatmeal-colored sweater over it.
Not funeral attire at all.
He looked around, eyes quickly fixing on the one other person in the room. "Detective Kuroda," said Liam. "Thank you so much for meeting me so early - and in this weather. I suppose we should get this over with?"
Blade Kuroda