You Can’t Judge a Liver by Its Cover

Early in my career as a coroner, I worked a hit-and-run involving a man I’ll call Harry. He was well known to nearly every law enforcement officer in Vigo County. Harry had battled alcoholism for years, been arrested countless times, and had lost his driver’s license long ago. He got around on a bicycle, until one night when he was struck and killed by a car whose driver fled the scene.