What was I doing here? Why was I the one protecting a crime scene as if it were my job? As if I were some officer of the court? I wasn’t. I was just some poor schnook who’d seen too many dead bodies lately and knew the score. I realized the area needed to be as undisturbed as possible so that evidence could be saved and justice served. This time, I’d even left a fabulous old book on the floor, untouched. I wish I’d taken it, though. After all, it wasn’t like the book had killed her, right? I’d done my duty, but now I was starting to freak out over my recent proclivity for finding bodies. I couldn’t blame my head for screaming, Get away from the dead body! People are starting to talk! I heeded the message and signaled Mitchell over. “I need to return to the classroom.” He was taken aback. “You’re starting up the class?” “No, no. No more class tonight. I just need to get away from here. Can you watch her for me?” Mitchell glanced over at “her,” and said, “Sure.
