It was time to leave. He finished writing his notes, packed up his recorder and carefully sealed the swabs and the bullet into his kit, switched off the lights and locked the door behind him as he left.
As the door clanked firmly shut, the body that was Gary Wright got up, shaking off the white sheet around him. Jack was back in the morgue, successful in his entry this time. It had taken all his courage and extreme self control to lie still with all the other dead bodies in the cold freezing room. He had waited for fifteen long minutes for the lab kid to finish up and leave, and now he was all alone.
Shivering with cold and fear and his heart beating rapidly in excitement, he reached the body of Raymond Bellamy. "Finally!" he said as he opened the sheet.
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