INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - AFTERNOON

Ray stepped back from John Sonnicker's body, slipping her gloves from her slim hands as her assistant, Robert Ling, did the last of the cleaning. She turned to the computer to jot some observation notes, the sound of the hose washing away the remains of the blood a soothing noise, despite the reason for it.

Death by exsanguination, as if there was any real surprise. Ray could tell the moment she crouched next to John's body. Still, ...