Chapter 28 Pending Counsel

***Hazel***

The morgue sits on the edge of the city like something forgotten.

Low building. Concrete exterior. No windows where you’d expect them. The kind of place people don’t notice until they’re forced to.

Jocelyn parks and kills the engine, but neither of us moves right away.

“This place always feels wrong,” she mutters.

I nod once. Wrong is the word.

Inside, the air is cold in a way that see