Lazarus Dot (chapter 6): A Felix Hoenniker medical murder mystery

For the second time in a month, I found myself sitting in a church. As a matter of fact, it was the second time in a decade, too. 

There were differences between the churches, of course. Saint Adalbert, in whose pews I currently reposed, was Roman style. Saint Nicholas, where I’d all too recently witnessed the effects of the Lazarus Dot in all its in-glo…