when a corpse hit the glass window, followed by a desperate scream of rage. “So,” the detective standing next to her said, “I’m guessing that was not your father?” Max ducked before the leg torn off another John Doe corpse could hit her in the head. “Yeah. That’s not our dad . . . unfortunately.” “Then you’d better get your sister out of here before I have to arrest her for desecration of a corpse. Or multiple corpses.”
