CHAPTER 52Two days later, Mara stared at her own face as it looked up from the metal table that had just been retracted from the wall. Dr. Canfield had given her permission to visit the morgue, but now, as Mara’s stomach turned and her throat caught, she doubted the wisdom of coming here. She flashed back to the day she and Ping had broken into the makeshift morgue near the Portland airport shortly after the crash of Flight 559. That time, he’d taken her there to see the corpse of his counterpart, but, as unsettling as that was, it was nothing compared to seeing her own body lying on the slab.
Across the sterile room dominated by one wall of square aluminum freezer doors, Cam stood, watching, keeping an eye on Mara, while giving her enough space to deal with the situation.
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