Pathologist In Training

“Get down from there!”

Dr. Hank Whipple looked over his shoulder at a dark form who was shouting an alarm below him. The doctor was caught on a thick limb, sticking his neck out to see inside the House of Horrors—that eerie, old, isolated, 2-story building with no outside entrances.

“Put him away. Ice him somewhere, anywhere. And keep him away.” The president of Masson Industries leaned down, put his arm around his vice-president, and whispered the name of the person to be taken out.

“Professor Hicks is dead. They want an autopsy.”

Murders—mixed with corporate crime, hospital politics, pathology and psychiatry training—reveal the wonders of science and human nature at its worst.