He looked at me. Something burning in his eyes. I shrugged.
“About twenty minutes ago,” I said. “In the morgue.”
“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all. I haven’t told her anything. Not a thing. I couldn’t. It’s all my secret. Nobody else knows a thing.”
“They’re always in there,” he said. “Never exactly closed. Never exactly open, either.”
“Also a message,” I said. “So think about it.”
She ran over the gravel. Stood right in front of me.