CHAPTER THREE
This trip to the Medical Examiner’s office was significantly different than the last time Morgan had been there. Last time, he had to bully and cajole his way into seeing the body of a murder victim. It went a lot more smoothly with an FBI escort. All it required was a flash of Danielle’s badge. Morgan was relieved that there was a different security guard at the desk. It hadn’t been his finest moment when he’d threatened to report the man to his superiors. In Morgan’s defense, he’d been nearly wild with grief at the time, desperate to do something — anything — to find the person who had killed one of the most promising residents he’d ever seen, one who’d reminded him all too much of his sister Fiona. Just the thought of her name brought a little ache to his chest. It had be
