Sarah opened the folder given to her by Detective Tanya Hudson and looked at the first picture. And she then felt the room start to spin slowly while colored confetti began raining down in front of her eyes. But this was not quite as bad. No blood, for one thing. Or none that Sarah could see. Still, good call on Detective Hudsons' part to make Sarah look at pictures rather than the real thing. If Sarah would have come nose to nose with this bloated, discolored face down in the morgue, she would have collapsed on the spot.
Detective Hudson came in, without Sarah hearing her, because of the buzzing in her ears. "Here," she said and placed an ice-cold can of Diet Coke on the table in front of her. Sarah popped the top and took an unladylike swig. Her stomach objected and then settled a littl
