Mark bowed his head out of respect towards the deceased being carried out by the funeral home people. No matter who the person was, whatever they’d done in life, there was some decorum when it came to these things.
The social workers standing on the other side of the family room barely glanced at the body bag on the gurney. The children in their blood-stained clothing who huddled on the couch couldn’t take their eyes off the sight.
Mark heard the ambulance doors slam and stepped outside.
An EMT he’d met in passing a couple of times gave him the so-so gesture, then got to the driver’s seat and began the drive to the hospital in Woodruff.
At least they didn’t put the sirens on. Sighing, Mark looked at the taillights that disappeared into the night.
“Deputy Forrest?”
He turned around an
