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“Can I help you?”
“Sergeant Mitchell from Oakhurst; we’re here about Georgina Ryder.”
The morgue attendant looked from the sergeant to the two with him. “I’ll get someone to help you,” he said before disappearing through the double-doors behind the counter. He returned almost immediately with another attendant, who took charge.
Silent and solemn, Mitchell, Melissa and John Ryder followed the attendant along the passage, past several doors, and through a set of double doors at the far end. The room they entered was the storage area, with three of the walls made up of cabinets, which held the bodies of the recently dead.
“It’s Georgina Ryder you’re here for, isn’t it,” the attendant said. “Came in this morning?”
“That’s right,” Mitchell said with a quick nod.
“Okay, she’s in thirty
