DR. MUNK LOOKED UP from the pile of paperwork in front of him, expecting to see the Honeybun brothers. He’d gotten the call from Dr. Honeybun several moments earlier and had ordered the gates unlocked for them before the guard left for the night. But the man standing in his doorway was dressed in the bleach-stained, blue uniform of a laundry employee. His large head was covered in sparse, dark hair and his face was dark with stubble.
The small, brown eyes Munk knew were peering at him were lost in the shadow of the man’s heavy brow.
“What is it, Fred?”
“Sir, we’ve found a body in the basement.”
Munk blinked, swallowing hard. “A body? What do you mean a body? Has another vagrant died down there?”
Hell, Indiana didn’t have a lot of homeless people, but occasionally one would leap from a
