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Following a
massive explosion in South Philadelphia, rescue workers discover aged skeletal
remains. Assistant Chief Medical Examiner Gertrude "Trudy" Beasley
calls in forensic anthropologist Doctor Benjamin Roberts to assist. It doesn't
take them long to realize they've uncovered a former serial killer's old burial
ground. But someone alive today will kill to keep those secrets buried.
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💀 EXCERPT
The smell of
charred flesh overwhelmed the scent of antiseptic and the industrial cleaner
used to keep the room sterile. It resembled any other medical suite in any
other medical facility, gurneys, tools, staff in scrubs, but unlike those other
rooms, there was no sense of urgency in Trudy’s morgue. The reduced temperature
preserved organic material. It preserved the odor as well. It didn’t go away
despite the air purification system. Trudy’s eyes and nostrils burned. The
menthol gel she’d rubbed on her upper lip lost the war hours earlier, but she
didn’t stop. Couldn’t. The victims and their families needed answers. She
couldn’t bring back the homes they lost, the lives destroyed, the memories
buried under cindered rubble, but this she could do and would without
complaint.
“Doctor Beasley?”
“Cara. I’ve told
you repeatedly to call me Trudy.” She lifted her head. Cara grimaced as the
latest body bag arrived. Trudy swallowed a sigh. She’d cautioned Cara regarding
her reactions. Their patients may be dead, but still deserved respect. The
young woman was smart and capable, but not suited for a job in the morgue.
“Please don’t make that face.”
“I’m sorry,
Doctor… Trudy. But you need to see this.”
With her gloved
hands elevated to prevent cross-contamination, Trudy joined the intern. She
snapped her gloves off after a quick glance. “Pick up the autopsy where I left
off. I need to make a call.”
She ignored the
greetings as she crossed the hall to her office. Since she often spent more
time here than at home, she kept the environment comfortable rather than
institutional, opting for an over-stuffed sofa and soft lighting from funny
little candlestick lamps with fringed shades, but she flicked on the
fluorescent overheads in passing and spun through the ancient Rolodex she kept
on her desk. Dialed and grabbed a water bottle from the mini fridge. Trudy
guzzled down cool, wet relief.
“The Anthropology
Department at the University of Penn. How can I help you?” A prim voice
answered.
Trudy pictured the
office receptionist from her high school. The woman’s stare could wither the
rowdiest of teenagers. “Good afternoon, this is Dr. Gertrude Beasley, Assistant
Chief Medical Examiner for the City of Philadelphia. We’re working on the
victims from the explosion and have recovered skeletal remains.”
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Details are great - the smell of the charred flesh - the menthol under the nose.
ReplyDeleteWhat an intriguing opening. I can smell the burned bodies. Brings back memories
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ReplyDeleteThis book sounds great. I wonder who wants to keep those secrets buried--the killer or maybe someone close to one of the victims? There are so many possibilities.
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing!
Ooh, intriguing! I worked as a nurse's aide and then a nurse. I seriously considered trying to get into working as a coroner's assistant, figuring that dead people wouldn't piss me off as much as the living did all too often. Tweeted.
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