INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - NIGHT

Manny shifted his bulk in the office chair, the wheels skidding over the tile under him as he sat back, sandwich in one hand, coffee in the other. The missus did a great job with his ham and cheese, adding a bit of spicy something to the mayo tonight. He sipped the black java, feet crossed at the ankles, and focused on the hockey game on his small TV.

The next shift wouldn't be in for about an hour, so he had the place to himself. While ...