October is the month of haunted houses and deadly secrets — allegedly.
It’s not like I’m unaccustomed to Death or the cruelty with which he arrives, knocking on one’s door and demanding access.
But why does my current case feel especially callous to me?
An eighteen-year-old college freshman, one part of an inseparable quartet of childhood friends, came out on October the 13th for a night of thrilling fun and manufactured terror.
But her night ended in a body bag, and me, Minka Mayet, the chief medical examiner standing guard and ensuring the dead are spoken for.
Lucky for me, my husband is the primary on this case, and our best friends fill out or own friendship foursome.
If my best friend was murdered on a night out while the rest of us watched on, there would be hell to pay.
I’d make sure of it.
