The morgue had been cold and clinical in a way that felt like an insult to the warmth Mrs Morales had carried with her in life.
Doctor Owen had handled the paperwork-forged documents that would keep the authorities from asking too many questions. His medical credentials lend legitimacy to the impossible task of explaining a gunshot death without involving the police.
Doctor Owen handled everything like it was nothing.
Through it all, Annie had been silent. Not crying. Not speaking. Just standing there with a blank expression that was somehow worse than any amount of tears.
Now, as they pulled up to the villa-the entire group exhausted-Killian reached for Annie's hand. "Annie, we're home. Let me help you-"
But Annie was already moving, opening the car door before the vehicl
