Maltese places a single finger into the bloody stew, the tip of his well learned palate told him it was indeed the local coroner.

"..he was boiled down and seasoned with tumeric and heavy lard. A hint of scotch bonnet pepper but from Trinidad, not the flavor you might find at a local market in say.. Spanish town."

Detective Gotham was crying, he had just received a text from his old lady and it said something...