Lazarus Dot (chapter 1): A Felix Hoenniker medical murder mystery

I tried not to think about the time: around 2AM. 

I squeezed the bun (so soft). 

I tried not to think about what and who was waiting for me at home: nothing and no one. 

I watched a glistening teardrop of fat seep from the beef, drip onto a French fry, slithe…