INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE -MORNING

Ray's gloved hands pulled back the sheet from her third autopsy of the night. As with the first two, her body ran on autopilot, mind just not in the game. If her assistant, Robert, noticed, he wasn't saying a word, though she did catch the occasional worried look from him and, once, saw him correcting her notations.

She tried to shake off her distraction, but it was hard this far into her third shift in a row. That wanker Druit called ...