Chapitre 168: NARROWING THE SUSPECT DOWN TO A DENTIST

. . .and this."

Santina reaches into her envelope and takes out a metallic object with a rubber handle, about seven and a half inches long, with the metallic end curving into a slight, blunt hook.

"An elevator. Used to pry up the roots of the tooth until they can be extracted with forceps."

 "Where did you get that? No, wait."

Mikael laughs, grabbing the dental instrument from Santina.

"I remember now. That's why your speech sounds funny. I'm impressed."

"She wasn't. I was a wreck of a man when she was done with me."

Mikael raises an eyebrow.

"Please, spare me the details."

He looks back at the the instrument in his hand.

"But wait—how can you be sure this is it?"