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asked.
    Before answering, I took several gulps of coffee. Finally, after a good dose of caffeine in my system, I felt like answering.
    “I have no idea who it was. They were using a voice changer.”
    Leaning closer, I added with a whisper, “They suggested I should check into Canton Petrova’s autopsy report.”
    “That actually might be a good idea.” Pax nodded.
    I got to my feet. “So, what do you say we take a ride over to the hospital and pay a visit to Jane the nerd?”
    I didn’t add the fact that I needed him to go with me because he was the one with a car. But really, I would’ve asked him to go with me anyway.
    Pax stood and dropped a five-dollar bill onto the table. “Let’s do it.”
    “Have a good day!” Garrett waved as we were leaving.
    Smiling, I returned his wave. “Thanks. By the way, the coffee is great.”
    Once we were outside, Pax turned on me. “What are you doing being so nice to that guy? I’m beginning to think you have a thing for him or something.”
    No doubt he was one hot hunk of a guy, though I wouldn’t go so far as to say I had a thing for him.
    “Of course I don’t have a thing for him,” I retorted, adding a roll of my eyes. “But don’t you think we should actually wait until we have a reason to be suspicious of him before we are rude?”
    “As far as I am concerned, we already have a reason to be suspicious. After all, he did show up out of nowhere and rise from the dead. If that isn’t reason enough to be suspicious, I don’t know what is.”
    I couldn’t really argue with his logic, so I did the next best thing, I ignored it.
     
     

Chapter Eight
     
    The basement of Shadow Crossing Memorial Hospital was where they stored all their extra medical supplies, but it also doubled as the town’s morgue so therefore had a separate entrance from the hospital. I figured that probably had something to do with not freaking out the patients whenever a deceased person was rolled by them.
    As soon as we stepped up to the double metal doors, a buzzer sounded and a voice came on the intercom. “Can I help you?”
    “Is that you, Jane?” I asked.
    “This is Jane Paschal. Is that you, Sadie Costello?”
    “Yeah, it’s me. I was hoping I could talk to you about something.”
    “Okay, but I only have a few minutes. I’m buried with work.”
    A moment later there was another buzzing sound and the double doors opened automatically. We stepped into the building and found ourselves in a dimly lit hall, and a creepy one at that. For a split second, I was half tempted to turn around and leave. It never failed; morgues had a way of freaking me out.
    Fortunately, we didn’t have to go looking for Jane in one of the autopsy rooms. She came to us.
    Jane Paschal was one of the shortest women I knew. If she were 4:10, she was lucky. Although I liked Jane, I still thought of her as Jane the nerd. That’s what everyone had called her in high school, mostly because she was a bookworm, but also because she had fuzzy hair and wore thick glasses. Jane hadn’t changed much since high school.
    “I hardly recognized you on the monitor.” Jane offered a smile.
    “Really? I don’t think I’ve changed that much since high school, have I?” I asked, hoping she would agree but she said nothing.
    Suddenly, I felt self-conscious. All I could do was hope the changes in my appearance were for the better, but judging by the expression on Jane’s face, probably not.
    Maybe she was just getting even with me for calling her Jane the nerd in high school.
    “So what did you want to talk with me about?” she asked, getting down to business.
    “Well, I’m kind of helping out the police on the Canton Petrova case and I was wondering if there was anything you could tell me about the autopsy? Was there anything strange about it?”
    A look of uncertainty entered Jane’s green eyes. “I’m not sure that I am supposed to talk about that case.”
    “It’s no problem,” I said with a wave of my