Chapter 9
Jenny was naked, laid out in a white tiled room upon a stainless table, all the colour had drained from her skin and a large Y shape incision had been crudely stitched, closing up her recently emptied chest and stomach cavities. A mortuary assistant in green robes and white wellingtons mopped the floor in readiness of their next customer. Two further assistants entered the room with a stainless trolley which they wheeled to the side of the table and then unceremoniously transferred Jenny from table to bearer and covered her with a green cotton blanket.
‘She was restrained in the same manner as our last victim, Miss Chowdary,’ Jenkins said, looking down at the notes that he had written in long hand and that now sat in a manila folder bearing the moniker; Jenny Shirley Fletcher p
