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Chapter Ten The atmosphere is solemn in the morgue, which is to be expected. Everyone hoped this would be a break in the case, and while it still might be, someone is still dead. Ambrose keeps telling me that no one will blame me if I decide I don't want to see this and I go home, but he's wrong. I'll blame myself. I owe it to this woman to stay and hear what Stacey has to say in case it helps us solve the case. I watch from a safe distance while trying not to move in case I crinkle the plastic overalls I have on to stop contamination. Apparently magic isn't enough for the PPD and we have to conform to all of the human standards of personal protective equipment too. Stacey turns on her recorder as she assesses the body. “Victim is female, mid-twenties to thirties. Body is missing both a