Inside the jacket
The first time I heard a corpse speak was in the autopsy room at the police station.
My mentor, Dr. Elias Thorne, flipped through the autopsy report. "Typical suicide. Let's close the case," he said flatly.
Detective Ryan Stone, head of the investigation unit, nodded silently.
Outside the door, Sarah Davison's mother knelt, sobbing uncontrollably, almost collapsing.
Only I heard a hoarse female voice:
"I didn't kill myself."
The hemostatic forceps in my hand clattered onto the tray.
Everyone looked at me.
