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Savannah stepped inside the freezer and instantly felt a chill that made her shiver underneath her silk nightclothes. But her shudder had nothing to do with the temperature inside the walk-in.

On the floor to her left lay a body, sprawled on its back, staring with glazed eyes at the ceiling.

“Lance, take a look at this,” she called.

A few seconds later, Lance appeared at her side. He gasped when he saw the body. “Oh, my god. What…what happened?”

“I don’t know,” Savannah replied, but the mental computer inside her head was already clicking away, processing the possibilities.

“Should we….?” Lance said, reaching a hand toward the body, then withdrawing it. “I’ll go call 9-1-1, have them send an ambulance.”

“No point in that,” Savannah said.

“You mean…?”

“Yes.” Savannah had seen enough corpses in her life to know this person was no longer among the living. And while the head was covered with blood and the face contorted with whatever pain the victim had felt when exiting the world, the orange hair and tangerine suit were unmistakable.

“Tess is dead,” she said. “There’s nothing we can do for her now…except call the coroner.”