Chapitre 51: Chapter 51

INT. - EXOTICA NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

Ray stood over the body of the dead girl, out of the way of the CSI's crawling over the scene. After all, she'd already confirmed that yes, this was Myra Banks and yes, she was still dead. Not much else for her to do but wait for them to finish their job so she could take the young woman back to the morgue. Where she belonged.

Someone posed Myra, dressed her in a tight, black sheath with sparkles in her hair and pink rouge on her cheeks. Shiny gloss plumped her lips. Ray was surprised she didn't smell yet, wondered if the faint scent of perfume hid the first stages of putrefaction, though that was unlikely. Not much could mask the heavy, cloying embrace of the smell of death.