The Case of the Phantom Sample
It all began with a routine check-up. Dr. Billingsgate, suggested a urine test, just to be thorough, he said. “Pop the sample in the blue box on your way out,” he chirped, already halfway out the door. I obliged, carefully labeling the jar.A week later, I called for results.“Ah,” said the receptionist, her tone drier than a nutter’s knick-knacks, and a pause too short to be human. “Seems we’ve……

















