As one, she and Ingrid moved to the second coffin and lifted its lid. And stared. Hannah tried to think of something to say. These were not the bodies she usually dug through. That meant the coffins just became Ingrid’s problem and she might get her day off back. She gave her sister a “take it away” gesture, trying not to giggle.
Ingrid grabbed a camera, her lips twitching. Only then did Hannah look at her brother.
“Well?” Patience was not really in Alex’s wheelhouse, though it should be. As the eldest, he’d had a choice. Be awesomely awesome at patience or totally suck at it. He’d opted for sucking. Didn’t seem to regret it either.
She didn’t rub her chin. One didn’t when one worked in a morgue. But she wanted to. Ingrid finished her photographs and moved to the second coffin. Even tho
