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Ling looked down, defeated, “Well, in the depictions I've seen I think it has shorter arms.”
    Doctor Ming-Zhen contributed, “Actually, the holotype [2] of the most famous carcharodontosaurid, tyrannotitan , has a partial ulna and a scapulocoracoid [3] .  The depictions are based on that.”
    Jia Ling asked, “What about an ornithomimosaur ?”  Ornithomimosaurs, known casually as “ostrich dino's” were small headed, frequently sporting beaks.  They ate mostly vegetation or were omnivores, and were known for their long arms, though most of them were small.
    Doctor Ming-Zhen said, “I believe you are on the correct course.”  He said this because he actually recognized these fossilized limbs: he had seen a matching, eight-foot pair before, in a Barcelona museum.   With three two-foot-long fingers tipped by gigantic claws, the fossil at the museum presented such a frightening prospect that the original discoverers had given the new dinosaur the Greek name for “terrible hand.”  He provided his students with a hint, “What other dinosaur was discovered in this province, something terrible .”
    Jia Ling smiled, “ Deinocheirus !”  She pronounced it dino-KY-rus.
    Doctor Ming-Zhen said, “You are correct.”
    Jia Ling leaped into the air and jumped up and down with a squeal of excitement.  Chao embraced her and kissed her soundly.
    Doctor Ming-Zhen shot Chao an icy stare, clenching his jaw in anger.  The most recent target of Chao's philandering had been Jia Ling, and she had thus far ignored strong warnings to avoid him.  Doctor Ming-Zhen was not sure how far their relationship had gone, but he knew one thing for sure: Chao wanted her for only one thing, and he was not going to get it while Doctor Ming-Zhen was around.
    Chao returned Doctor Ming-Zhen's gaze by cocking his head in triumph and planting another kiss on Jia Ling's mouth.
    Doctor Ming-Zhen's blood boiled as he stepped forward.
     
     
    St. Joseph's Medical Center
     
    Doctor John Burwell, pathologist, and his technician, Sarah Rodriguez, had received the latest cadaver with the following notes:
     
    -Miscarried 14 weeks approx. 04:00
    -TOD 04:40 en route to St. J's due to miscarriage
    -Paramedics report could not perform CPR-high fever
    -No success with AED
    -Tried to vent via trachea
     
    “Could not perform CPR-high fever?” Doctor Burwell said to Sarah.  “That doesn't make sense...  Who were the bozos on that ambulance?”
    “I've never liked paramedics.  They always seem so cocky.”  Then she said quietly, “They're not like you.”  She didn't look up at him.  She just said it into the corpse, as she always did when she dropped a compliment.
    Even though he noticed these little hints and even though he found her brilliantly attractive, he could never bring himself to reciprocate.  The only time they really spent together was in the lab, cutting open cadavers.  It just didn't seem right to make plays at her in that environment, especially since he was her superior.  And he never saw her outside the morgue...  So even though they hadn't exchanged romantic conversation, there had been plenty of romantic tension the last eight months.
     
    Doctor Burwell unzipped the body bag, revealing a woman with wide-open, jaundiced eyes staring at nothing.  Her throat had been slit, probably by the ER surgeon who had tried to get air in through her windpipe: clearly the situation had been desperate.
    If a patient was unable to breathe via mouth because of an obstruction or fluid, it was sometimes possible to insert a tube directly into the trachea.  Called a cricothyrotomy, this procedure was performed only on extremely rare occasions due to how dangerous it was.  But Dr. Burwell was puzzled.  He thought this patient had died on the ambulance.  Surely the paramedics had not attempted a cricothyrotomy.  Only experienced surgeons were qualified....
    Her skin was pink, but upon closer inspection, he realized that this was because