Face-to-face with a dead man in the back of a police car. Not quite how I thought I would spend my night, but pretty close.

A squicky feeling shivered to the insides of my boots as I reached a hand past his nose to the handle on the opposite door. I had been close to dead people before, but never full-body contact from his snakeskin cowboy boots all the way up to his XXXL camouflage I Hunt Birds for the Chicks shirt, and I would be perfectly okay if I never did this again. ...