He studied the body, lying there in the fancy coffin. The eyes were closed, but the face didn’t look alive enough to be asleep. Didn’t look alive enough to be dead, even. Didn’t look like something that had ever lived. Someone had used makeup to cover up the bruises, but his dad would never have worn makeup. Someone had brushed the long black hair and arranged it loosely on the satin pillow. Kenji only wore his hair loose and hanging down like that when he was relaxing at home. In public, he always tied it back in a thick, black ponytail. All these details proved to Benny that the thing in the
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