The Corpse Whisperer
I. The body in the Chicago River was a man, middle-aged, blond hair matted with weed and river mud, face swollen to the size of a man's fist. He had been in the water three days, minimum. The coroner's assistant on duty that shift — a kid named Danny who had been working nights for two weeks and still hadn't gotten used to the smell — called it a John Doe and moved on to the next one. Jack...
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