Her new book, with the great title Close to the Bone, fits neatly into the context of my post a fortnight ago. Close to the Bone hits Theresa MacLean where it hurts, bringing death to the one place where she should feel the most safe—the medical examiner’s office in Cleveland, Ohio. Theresa returns in the wee hours from a crime scene, only to find the body of one of her deskmen slowly cooling with the word “Confess” written in his blood. The body count begins to rise and these victims aren’t strangers—they're Theresa’s friends and colleagues, and everyone in the building, herself included, has a place on the hit list.
In her last post, Lisa took us to the battlefields of World War II. Today she tells us of past battles at the Cuyahoga County Coroner’s Office.
I try to keep my books realistic—that’s my
whole claim to extremely modest fame, really, that my forensic scientist
Theresa MacLean is more true to life than anyone you’ll see on an episode of CSI. But I seriously fudge reality in
most books by having her spend more time out of the lab than in it, so in Close to the Bone I try to remedy that.
Most of the book takes place inside the somewhat decrepit Cuyahoga County
Coroner’s Office where I worked for five of the happiest years of my life. It’s
where a murder occurs and where Theresa stalks the killer and is stalked in
return. The hulking, moody, odorous place makes, I think, the perfect setting
for a bloody tale of suspense—which is probably why I loved it so.
1950's Coroner's office |
Gerber and torso victim |
The building
featured state of the art equipment and facilities—state of the art in the
1950s, that is, by the time I worked
there the place was a malfunctioning OSHA nightmare—which were shiny and new
when another Sam would make it famous.
Sam Sheppard and newsmen |
Dr. Samuel
Sheppard allegedly killed his wife on the 4th of July 1953, catapulting
himself into American history in the worst way possible. His was The Trial of
the Century long before O.J. Sheppard. Sheppard became the inspiration for the
series The Fugitive, so that most
Americans not residing in Cleveland
believe him to have been innocent.
Dr. Gerber
believed otherwise, and vocally. Perhaps he looked down on Sheppard, an osteopathic
physician instead of an M.D. Perhaps he felt affronted by Sheppard’s wealth and
social connections. Perhaps he felt, taking all the evidence into
consideration, that Sheppard was as guilty as all bloody hell. Whatever the
reason, Gerber and the equally opinionated editor of the Cleveland Press are the reason we now have laws regarding pretrial
publicity. A 1966 Supreme Court decision ruled that Sheppard’s judge had
allowed newspaper accounts to bias the jury. Sheppard was retried and
acquitted.
Long after his
death, I bustled around Dr. Gerber’s building the day they exhumed Sheppard’s
body, and later his wife Marilyn’s, for a wrongful imprisonment trial brought
against the state by his son. I met his son, a nice man. He did not win—the
jury unanimously agreed that Sheppard’s innocence had in no way been proven.
New autopsy room |
And we left the
building Dr. Gerber had built. Under Dr. Elizabeth Balraj we moved to a vast,
shiny, efficient place that smelled a lot better. But I miss those heavy wood
doors and the frosted glass window with “Autopsy” spelled out in painted gold
letters, the sense of history in the worn floors and the brick-colored ceramic
tiles. I still do.
You can find out more about Lisa Black and her books at www.lisa-black.com
Sam Sheppard. I've followed various reports about that case over the years, being a fellow osteopath. Our most (in)famous osteopath is Stephen Ward, he of the Profumo Affair and Mandy Rice Davies, Christine Keeler etc. He committed suicide as the judge summed up at his trial - he was only found guilty of living off immoral earnings but there is still a huge mystery as to the bigger picture.
ReplyDeleteGreat blog.
Ah, the ever-tug-of-war between the loving nostalgia of history versus the tingly excitement of shiny newness, the comfortable old, broken-in pair of shoes versus the shiny new shoes, the smell of an outhouse in the hot summer sun versus the chemical scent of a newly constructed home... no, wait, this analogy went seriously off the rails somewhere...
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lisa, really enjoyed the blog!
Somehow that building looks forbidding to me. " hulking, moody, odorous" seems to describe it rather well!
ReplyDeleteCaro, what is the difference between an osteopath and a M.D.? (I've been trying to ask this all day but cyberspace wasn't cooperating.)
ReplyDeleteWonderful description, Cara, and your mention of Sam Sheppard made me think of a man Sheppard catapulted into American history: F. Lee Bailey. Lee was a relatively unknown Ohio attorney who successfully argued the appeal before the US Supreme Court and later obtained a not guilty verdict in the retrial. The rest is history....
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