INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - EVENING

Ray looked up from the open Y-incision of a dead sixteen year old boy and into the creepily smiling face of Jackson Pierce. She admitted he usually gave her the willies just by being, but add to his smile the fact his black eyes were yellow and green around the edges, a burst blood vessel in his right eye making a lightning stroke of crimson across the white, and the glaring bandage keeping his septum straight just added to the creep ...