I spent the happiest five years of my life in a morgue. Strange, perhaps, but true. After 10 years as a secretary, I went back to school to get a degree in biology in order to work as a forensic scientist at the Cuyahoga County Coroner’s Office. There I analyzed gunshot residue on hands and clothing, hairs, fibers, paint, glass, DNA, blood, and many other forms of trace evidence, and went to crime scenes.
I had my life sorted out just the way I liked it until my husband got fed up with the snow in Cleveland, Ohio, and moved us to Florida, 1,400 miles away from my family and my career. Not that I'm bitter or anything. Now I am a forensic specialist for the city of Cape Coral, Florida, police