Jupiter’s Bones. Faye Kellerman

I shouldn’t have put down natural causes. But if it’s something more, I simply made an honest mistake.”

      Marge returned. “An honest mistake as opposed to a dishonest mistake?”

      Nova said nothing, a sour expression stamped on his face.

      Marge said, “By the way, you signed the time of death as five thirty-two A.M. You said you were called in around five. What were you doing for a half hour?”

      Nova’s face held a triumphant look. “A good examination takes time, Detective.” He looked at Oliver. “Anything else? I really do have other obligations.”

      Marge tossed out, “Any idea who called Europa about Jupiter’s death?”

      “The detective and I have already crossed that territory.”

      “Please answer the question.”

      “No, I don’t know who called Europa.”

      But Marge noticed that Brother Nova had blushed.