The Coroner She Trusted

Three drownings. Three coves. Three men who should have known the water. Dr. Maren Hollis signs the first one off and goes home to her dog. She signs the second one off and starts to wonder. By the third, she has stopped wondering and started keeping slides she is not authorised to keep. State says there is no pattern. There is a pattern. It's under the fingernails, faint and blue, and it is blooming earlier every year. A coroner who trusts the evidence is a coroner who makes enemies of everyone who'd rather she didn't. Bainbridge Island has one coroner. It is about to find out what she's made of.