What an absolute f*****g s**t show.
Walker sat on the stairs leading out of the morgue, head resting against the banister as he stared into the middle distance. He knew he should be doing…something, anything, but he couldn’t bring himself to leave the cold, dark room.
Not yet¸ he told himself. Soon.
Soon.
His internal body clock told him that it hadn’t been that long since they’d found the body, maybe two hours or a little less.
The male – the boy - was still laid out on the slab, directly under a fluorescent light. From this distance, he could have just been asleep, the sheet pulled up to his mid-chest. That was, if it weren’t for the stark whiteness of his skin.
Pale skin, blue lips under rusty blood, and purple eye sockets. All that color and there wasn’t a drop of life in
