At 3:17 A.M., I was completely alone in the morgue when something beneath the white sheet suddenly caught my eye…

after 1:00 a.m., the double doors opened, and two attendants wheeled in a woman on a stretcher covered with a white sheet.

She had been declared dead less than forty minutes earlier.

Her name was Claire Holloway. She was thirty-two years old. According to the paperwork, she’d collapsed at a private dinner party on the east side of town. Sudden cardiac continue reading …