Six
It wasn’t easy to shake off Alex, but Ferris finally managed it. Guy could turn into a burr sometimes. It was like he had some sixth sense of when to stick. Good thing his thinking was scrambled some. A woman could—Ferris stopped, considered this, and decided not to finish the thought as he went into the autopsy room.
That helped clear his thoughts, hypocritical and otherwise. Hannah was not a pretty sight up to her elbows in someone’s guts. She looked up, a smile flickering briefly on her lips before she bent to her task once more. She lifted out a slimy mass of innards and set them in a pan her assistant held out, then stepped back with a nod that must have been permission for said assistant to finish because he set down the pan and stepped closer to the corpse.
Hannah stripped of
