1:30pm
ROCK HARBOR MEDICAL HOSPICE

Wallace Evans walked through the hallway. He said to the security
guard, "Hi, Jeff."

The guard smiled. "Hello, Mr. Evans. How's the wife and kids?"

"Fine. My nephew is coming to visit tomorrow. My wife reported a
crime last night, I heard."

"Yeah, it's been on the news. Oh, the officer at the scene is coming by to see you later. Just a few procedure questions."

"Ok. Thank God, Susan didn't see the killing."

"I know. I heard the guy's heart was ripped out. The body is in the next room."

"Alright, I'll check on the examiner." He walked down the hall,
opened a door on the left. He walked in and saw a man in a white coat
taking notes. "Dr. Harding. How is everything?"

The older man looked up. "Things are running smoothly, as usual.
Except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"This body. It's unique."

"How do you mean?" He walked closer to the body on the table. It
was covered halfway by a white sheet. Wallace saw the arm bone
sticking out, the open chest, and empty eye sockets.

"We did a blood match to check for DNA, to see who he is. He has
the composition for an aborted baby."

"What? No way."

"Yes. We did it twice. And his bones have no growth rings. Bone
marrow, when a person's skeleton matures, expands. Leaving growth
rings. That always gives us an idea of the victim's age. BUT...this
man has none. Freaky, huh? It's like he was never born. Yet here he
is."

Wallace shook his head in disbelief. "That can't be. Impossible.
You're telling me this guy was never born?"

"That's what the tests show. Also, there's no eyes."

"I see that."

"He didn't have any, ever. No retina, iris, no optic fibers,
nothing."

"Okay..how about the heart? The killer must have used some knife
or tool to reemove it."

"Nope. The opening didn't appear to be done by an object, or the
hole would be more jagged, wider. No, from what I can tell..the
attacker used his hand."

"His bare hands?!"

"Yeah. Oh, our buddy here has a cute scar on the left side of his
neck. It looks like an ancient symbol, probably Hebrew or Aramaic."

"Yeah, I see that. Looks like a brand."

Dr. Harding sighed. "What do I do, Mr. Evans? This isn't a typical body. Is it even human? Because, all the tests show negative."

"Call the Research Department of Rhode Island. Have a specialist
come here to take the body to their labs and get further analysis.
They should be here in a week."

"Yes. I'll do that."

Wallace walked out the door and continued walking down the hall.
He was at a loss for words. He couldn't understand what he just
heard. Oh well, it's out of his hands now. Once the researchers found
out more, it would be ok. Maybe something will make sense. Or maybe
not.