<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Evelyn Meyer - The Disgraced Doctor</span></div><br/><br/>Evelyn sipped her coffee as she listened to the others.  The burning bitterness helped clear some of the fog that seemed to have filled her mind ever since she heard the news.  There was work to be done now, evidence to inspect, with any luck a trail to follow - that was something tangible, something that she could actual<span style="font-style: italic">do</span>anything about.  It was the sitting around and waiting that had galled her beyond belief.  Without action she was lost.<br/><br/>Setting her coffee down, she nodded at Claude and Alexandra's suggestions.  Smoking didn't cause sudden death like that, not that she had ever seen.  And Mr. Silverman hadn't drank nearly enough for it to kill him like that.  The facts just didn't add up, and even if it weren't her boss in question Evelyn would still insist on a closer inspection.  "I'll look at the evidence as soon as you can get me access.  But if the investigators weren't thorough on the scene... well, there's no telling what might be missing.  I can't promise it'll help."  She opened her mouth to add something, but a glance at the pain in Alexandra's tense face made her shut it again.  It would be hard, she realized, dealing with this case when the victim's daughter was the one leading the team.  For Evelyn, it was second nature to compartmentalize.  Even though she had known and cared about Mr. Silverman, he was still just another case to her.  A case she was determined they would solve.<br/><br/>But for Alexandra it was different.  Naturally so - a father is a very different animal from a friend and a colleague.  For once in her life, Evelyn vowed to mind her sharp tongue.  A careless word here could really hurt Alexandra, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.<br/><br/>When Alexandra burst from the room, Evelyn turned back to Bert.  "You said you had the police report, Walder?" she asked, shooting a glance at his briefcase.  "Did they do an autopsy?"  She looked questioningly at both Bert and Claude.  It was doubtful they had, if the investigators on the scene had already decided his death was due to natural causes, but it didn't hurt to ask.  If an autopsy had been done by anyone remotely competent (not that there were many of those left in the police department these days!), then she was far more likely to find clues there than in the physical evidence.  Either way, she would work with what they had, and dig until she found a thread worth following.  Without any other information, it was their only lead.