Chapter 151

INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - AFTERNOON

Kinsey perched on an empty slab, feet swinging, ignoring the wide-eyed stare dominating Robert's face as he barely breathed in anticipation of what was to come. She was used to it, and so over it by now.

Gerri sat on the floor, cross-legged, chin on her fists while Ray spun around and around in an office chair, tossing a ball of wadded paper up to the ceiling and catching it again.

"You're sure he's going to come back to life?" Robert swallowed audibly.

"Any second now." Gerri exhaled, stretching her long legs out in front of her, resting her weight on the palms of her hands behind her. "Like an annoying virus, he just won't die."

"Technically," Ray said, bouncing the ball of paper from the light fixture, sending it swinging, "not accurate. He dies quite nicely. He just won't stay dead."

Kinsey snorted.