"WHAT'RE YOU DOING HERE?" Hana shrugged into her lab coat as she hurried Mina down the long hall and into a small office crammed with four desks covered in teetering piles of paper.
"Dale said you were working." Mina tried to keep the defensiveness out of her tone.
"Yeah, not 'til later." Hana pulled her long, black hair back into a severe ponytail. "This is a nighttime job. The dead don't sleep."
Mina's cheeks flushed even though she knew Hana meant the dead in the morgue. "Right. So about the dead...." She hesitated, not sure how to frame her request. She rubbed at her nose; even though the occupants of this part of the hospital were dead, it still reeked of blood and necrotic flesh.
"What do you want?" Hana stared at her, hands on her hips.
"You look like Mom when she was disappoin
