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“I know,” Cody said, looking after her. “It worries me.”
“Hell, even I could see how worn out she looks,” Clarabell said. “But didn’t a majority of the staff here at the hospital quit after you put down that zombie uprising earlier this summer?” She crossed her arms and stuck her chin out. “And thanks for calling me about that one, by the way.”
“We didn’t,” Cody said.
“Yeah. That was my point.”
“Well, both bodies are still here in the morgue,” Demetrius said, trying to get them back on topic. “Now what?”
Clarabell chuckled and shook her head.
“What?” Cody said, then added, “He regretfully asked.”
“Do you know this medical examiner?” Clarabell consulted her notebook. “Michael?”
Demetrius exchanged a look with Cody. “No. We’ve never met him.”
“Then you two know exactly what needs to happen next,” Clarabell said.
Demetrius sighed and tipped his head back to look up at the ceiling high overhead. He really did not want to do this.
“Come on,” Cody said, “you can’t be serious.”
“It’s the only way to get the answers we need.” Clarabell gave a single, decisive nod. “We need to go down to the morgue and see those bodies for ourselves.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
“This might have been a bad idea.”
Clarabell’s grating voice echoed around the long, white tiled hallway that stretched before them. Cody stopped and felt Demmy run into him from behind before he turned to glare down at Clarabell.
“You said you had a plan,” Cody whispered. Was it his imagination, or was the air down here even colder than on the main level? Was this subterranean floor just one big cooler and anyone walking around down there uninvited would be assumed to be deceased?
“I said I was working on a plan,” Clarabell said.
“Both of you keep quiet,” Demmy said, eyes wide as he held his arms crossed tightly at his chest. “Do you want to get us kicked out?”
“Yes,” Cody said without hesitation.
“May I help you?”
The voice startled quiet gasps out of all three of them, and Cody turned to see a man about Demmy’s height and build, whose pale face seemed to be all sharp angles with a thin nose that ran almost to a point, and a narrow chin. He wore a white lab coat and stood outside the double swinging doors they’d been creeping toward. His bright blue eyes looked like two gas flames that kept Cody pinned to his spot. His voice was low and quivered a bit with nerves, but Cody had been able to detect an English accent.
“Um,” Demmy said, snagging Cody’s attention away from the man before them. It was obvious from the panicked expression on Demmy’s face that he had no idea how to respond.
But if Cody was good at anything, it was bullshitting. Time for him to step in and take control of the situation.
And do it fast, before Clarabell started talking and got them all arrested or locked away in an asylum.
He took a step toward the man. “I’m Cody Bower, and this is my husband, Demetrius Singleton. We’re looking for the medical examiner.”
“Ahem.”
Cody looked around Demmy to where Clarabell stood glaring at him. He turned back to the man in the hall. “Oh yeah, that’s Clarabell Remington. And I apologize.”
The man in the white lab coat blinked in surprise. “Oh. Well, I’m the medical examiner.” He stepped into the hall and let the swinging door he’d been holding open fall shut behind him. “I’m Doctor Michael Graham. What are you apologizing for?”
“Introducing you to her,” Cody said.
