Chapter 132: Teeth – Michael

MICHAEL

It’s Walter, some kind of container clutched in his hand.

“Ah,” says Klempner, stepping forward, hand outstretched. “I owe you my thanks. I…”

But the little man’s not listening. “I’ve got them,” he blurts. “I found them.” He casts fearful eyes at Stanton… “I know it’s interfering with evidence but…” He displays the container: a plastic seal-top, several hard somethings swilling around inside.

… “I put them in milk,” he says. “I saw it on the internet. If you put them in milk, sometimes they can fix them right back.”

“The teeth?” I say. “You’ve got Mitch’s teeth in there?”

“That’s right.” Face anxious, he looks between us. “I hope I did the right thing?”

Stanton swings an arm to the nearest uniform. “You. Get in your car and follow the ambulance. Put your foot down. Get those to the hospital and tell them they belong to Mrs Waterman. You… Mr…?”

“Walter Bracegirdle.”