Her jaw worked uselessly. ‘I’m Emma.’ I glanced at the ID clipped to her coat. ‘You’re Dr Hawes? Have you been a pathologist for long?’ I gestured at myself. ‘Because you might need some re-training.’ I’d never seen anyone look so pale. ‘You were dead,’ she whispered. ‘Clearly not.’ She lifted her chin. ‘No. You were definitely dead.’ She shook herself, her hand automatically going to the small gold cross around her neck.
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