Tru staggered into the morgue, deadbeat, knowing she was already late to work yet another time. As she walked within the morgue, she saw Davis looking at a body that had arrived late in the afternoon. The cadaver was of an old burly man, with greasy hair, slicked back to the side of his cut up face. His fat was protruding off his elastic band, which surprisingly kept his pants up. Davis glanced up from his work to see her face drained from little rest.
"Didn't get any sleep?" he asked her softly as if trying not to awake the already dead bodies.
"As usual," Tru replied nonchalantly.
"So, what have we got?"
"A thirty year old male named Gordon Templeton," Davis replied. "He died around 9:00 p.m. from lacerations all over his body".
"So we have a homicide?" Tru asked.
"Yes," Davis alleged. "I don't think he would have been able to cut himself like that".
"Some people cut themselves because it makes them feel better," she answered.
"Yes, but he has the cuts all over his back, head and inside his throat," Davis replied.
"Inside his throat?" she questioned.
"It appeared he had shards of glass in his throat," he said quietly. "Someone must have really wanted him dead".
Tru looked at the body wondering why anyone would hurt somebody in such a horrible manner. She stared at the dead man, silently, searching for any clues to help her understand his death. As Tru gazed at him she noticed a small tattoo she hadn't seen before. It was a tattoo of an hourglass.
"Davis, look at this!" Tru yelled out. There was no answer. Tru turned slowly towards the direction Davis was standing in but he was gone. I wonder what happened to him she thought. Tru stared past the lifeless body until something or someone grabbed her arm.
Tru looked at the hand that clutched to her. The hand was cut and matted with blood. She then stared at the face of Gordon Templeton, which was also slashed, and to some extent bloodied. His mouth started to move and the words that came out were at first inaudible but then became louder and louder.
"HELP ME!"