The three of them entered the swinging doors of the morgue. The cold air from the air conditioner hit their skin as they looked around.
“It stinks here,” Ivan grumbled, scrunching his nose.
“It’s the same scent as my laboratory. Why are you so whiny?” Crane responded as he looked around.
“I know. Your lab stinks, too,” Ivan told him, and then Crane whipped his head towards him, gawking, offended by his remark.
“Guys, stop it. We are here to do something important.”
Fiero spoke, scolding them. Then he walked further into the morgue, going towards the freezers. Fiero thought that one of the freezer slots contained the corpse they were looking for, so he reached out for the handle.
“What are you doing?”
Fiero turned around and saw a tall, older man, probably in his late fortie
