INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - NIGHT

Ray slid the tray with Myra's body firmly into place before closing the lid until the latch clicked. She wished she could padlock it, find some way to keep the girl's still form safe. Knowing she was being silly, Ray turned away, grabbed her bag, switched out the light over her desk.

She was leaving early, wiped out. She'd let her assistant, Robert, go home an hour ago. The preliminary investigation of the girl's body gave Ray no reason ...