by V. B. Tenery
In the center of the room, four stainless steel tables held four bodies covered with white sheets. Lisa waited for them, dressed in scrubs covered by a surgical gown, a Tyvek apron, Tyvek sleeves, hair cover, and a facemask with attached shield. Footwear included thick white socks and Crocs. She looked like a Martian with comfortable shoes.
Matt braced himself for the onslaught of emotions and disengaged as Lisa first worked on Ethan and Ann. He should probably have passed, but he wanted the results quickly, and wanted to be able to ask questions if needed.
Lisa moved to the third table and folded back the sheet. Hair bristled down Matt’s arms as his gaze focused on the face of the young woman on the table. He spoke past the knot in his throat. “Lisa, there’s been a mistake. That’s Victoria Grayson, not Emily Castleton.”
Davis, Turner, and Lisa stared at him.
“Are you sure?” Lisa asked.
“Positive.”
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