Chapter 4: Sam Gray
Morgue, Guys Hospital
Sam had seen several bizarre, cringe-worthy things in her 11 years of practice, usually involving many intriguing occurrences in the morgue.
Like, seeing a woman knelt in front of a man, and a man knelt in front of...yes, another man.
It’s all cool with her.
Or that one time in Medical school, when she caught her teacher masturbating next to a corpse.
She remained unfazed even then.
Even at the face of horrendous murders, in all shapes and sizes. Grated, butchered, chopped to pieces, pulverized. But this was a different level, enough to break her usual Cool demeanour.
Two men.
One, incredibly tall (2m) brown-haired man with a thick beard, holding a cadaver’s leg lying on the examining table.
Beside him was another tall man (1.97m), with slick blond hair, wearing a crisp burgundy suit with an electric saw in hand as he cut halfway through the corpse’s limb.
This blond-haired man she recognized as Levi Jackson; criminal psychologist, private detective, businessman, and the man with him was none other than Dr Marco Evans, a General Practitioner. She met them a few weeks ago.
The dyed bluette stood on the sideline; she felt her throat turn dry. And she froze in her spot seeing her crimson-haired superior enter the morgue at 2 in the morning. "Dr Gray!" she squeaked, causing the two men to stop and turn to the redhead waiting for her reaction.