The office was neater and tidier than Morgan expected. Certainly neater than his own. It was small, but had a window that looked out onto E Street. Morris took a seat behind the desk and indicated that Morgan should sit in one of the two chairs in front of the desk. He pulled a computer monitor around and tapped a few keys. What was your colleagues name?

Lexa Windham. Morgan leaned forward in the chair, elbows braced on knees.

Twenty-five-year-old white female? Morris asked.

It was the barest description of everything that Lexa had been that it hurt to hear her described that way. This man had never met her, though. Hed never experienced her quick mind, her compassion for her patients. Morgan couldnt expect for him to identify her another way. Thats her.

Morris leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms over his chest. The FBI has put a rush on her autopsy, but its still not likely to happen until tomorrow. What is it exactly that you want here, Dr. Stark?

Morgan rubbed his hand over his face. Im not entirely certain myself. I just know I have to see her. I have to find a way to help.

And you think viewing her body will somehow let you accomplish that? Morris sounded skeptical.

Its possible. How could he explain to this man that his entire professional life had been about noticing the things that no one else did? I have to try.

Morris made a bit of a face then seemed to come to a decision. He pushed himself back from his desk. Come on then. Shell be in the body storage area pending tomorrows autopsy.

They walked down the hallway, passing extra wide sliding glass doors. The buzz of the fluorescent lights made Morgans temple begin to throb. He rubbed at it. The last thing he needed right now was a migraine.

Finally, they reached a door whose metal plaque read Body Storage. Morris waved his badge in front of the RFID reader and the doors opened. She should be in 32 J.

The white tile floor was spotless.The walls were painted a pale, institutional green with glass-enclosed cabinets in each corner, like a doctor's office. The room was silent except for the hum of the lights and the ticking of a clock on the wall.

Morris strode to a bank of metal cabinet doors and located the one he wanted. He turned back to Morgan. Are you sure about this? As a doctor, Im sure youre used to viewing bodies, but it can be different when its someone we know.

Morgan nodded. Hed spent more than twenty years dealing with bodies, living and dead. You had to be able to distance yourself from their humanity if you were going to do your job as a physician. It had never been a problem for him. In fact, sometimes he worried that he was a little too good at it. Ill be fine.