章節 57: Chapter 57

He stared at me. “Sinclair’s one of mine. There’s no reason why you should know him.”

I shrugged. “It’s a small world. I ran into him around the water cooler.” Like me, Sinclair was sent where he was needed most. He was younger, didn’t have as much experience as I did under his belt, but he was good.

Something was seriously off.

“I sent him after Travers when Travers didn’t make his scheduled contact.” Stanley scrubbed a hand over his face. “I hate it like hell when shit like this happens. I called Dr. Schmidt in to do the autopsies.”

Ah, fuck.

“It’s his day off, but—You haven’t had lunch yet, have you?”

“No.”

“Good. It’s not pretty. Come on.” He pushed open the door and went into the morgue.

I knew what he meant as soon as I saw what was on the tables. “Shit.” I bit down hardon my back teeth. I was used to seeing cut up bodies; hell, I’d cut up my share of them, but this….

Smitty put a hand over his mic. “Yeah.”

“Is it too much to hope all these wounds are post mortem?”