Chapter 37

I was startled by the reflection ahead of me; skin as pale as a corpse stared back at me with dim blue eyes. I heaved a great sigh at my reflection, hating the man I had become in so short a time. I winced when a pain shot up through my right arm; the bullet had been removed, and yet, the hot aching feeling still lingered even after all these years. I blinked slowly back at the looking glass, taking in the heap of nothingness that was dressed from head to toe in black. There were people walking around me, maneuvering their way into the better part of the funeral home where Detective Varon’s closed casket was kept. They say his skin was as white as a ghost, I remembered, and the water made his flesh expand and slowly decompose by the time they found him.