A Visit To The Morgue

The silver Mercedes rolled down the slightly busy road, accelerating gradually as it rounded a bend. The driver was a man in his prime, with slightly parted brown hair that seemed almost red in the sunlight. His attire was casual enough not to make him stand out yet gave him an air of seriousness. On the left part of his turtleneck shirt, a beautiful bejeweled silver cross pinned there gleamed in the sunlight brightly.