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over the small hole she’d managed to create. The sobbing then turned to dry heaves, shaking her body as she spit on the ground.
    She scraped the loose soil back into place and patted down the grass, making a muddy mess of it. But the more she tried to fix it, the more screwed up it looked. Cerberus sniffed at the ground where she’d made her disruption.
    “Oh, god,” she whispered. “The other ones were so terrible. I just can’t do this again. I can’t dig up another body.” People in the hospital were different because their bodies hadn’t been laid to rest. But the people in the cemetery were supposed to be at peace. She couldn’t disturb another person’s death. She wouldn’t do that again.
    She gathered her items and scurried back to the car, Cerberus chasing. She sped away after securing the wiggling mini-beast in his harness and placing her grave-robbing tools in her trunk.
    In the dark, her headlights glinted off something red in the distance. It looked like bouncing eyes, winking at her from afar. As she approached, they grew larger until they took the form of reflectors on the rear of the same blue car she had seen on her way to the cemetery. Abandoned.
    It wasn’t typical to find a discarded car in this area. Dust plumed as she skidded to a halt. Reaching for her keys, she stopped just before killing the engine. “No,” she whispered and took her hand away. “Just in case. I’m no dummy.” She left the car running and stepped into the cold night air.
    She approached like a leery dog, nerves and muscles bunched, ready to run the second anything strange happened. She hunched over, unable to straighten. Her clothes whipped around in the wind, giving her shadow the look of a hungry monster creeping along as it stretched across the road’s shoulder. It loomed against the car in front of her.
    The driver’s door was unlocked. Libitina opened it. A rotten smell wafted out. She stumbled back, gagging. Once she recovered, she covered her nose, leaned inside, and looked around for any clues as to whom the car belonged. The sight of the blood-soaked backseat made her heart stutter.
    She stood too fast and hit her head.
    “Oh my god.” Hand clamped over her mouth, she stared through the back windows, the glare from her headlights on the glass obscuring the mess inside.
    “I’ve got to check this out.” She hurried to the other side of the car. When she got to the passenger side rear door, she saw the blood drying on the ground and the smeared handprint crusted over the door. She swallowed hard, the short brown hair from her wig shaking in the gusting wind. A wolf howled, sounding far too close. She gasped and clutched her chest through the thick flannel jacket.
    “Dammit!” she said. “Get a hold of yourself, Libitina. Get a grip! Probably some woman gave birth back here or something and the husband called an ambulance. That’s why they aren’t here. That’s all. Now quit being such a fucking baby and look inside the car. How can you be a pathologist if you can’t even look at dried blood on upholstery?” After she finished her self-inflicted scolding, she smiled—a strained grimace over her lips—steadied her mind, and stooped into the backseat.
    The thick rancor wasn’t as strong as when she’d first opened the front door but she gagged once again. Tears stood in her eyes. She shivered.
    “There’s so much blood,” she whispered. She touched the middle of the thick goo and then jerked away as if burned. Red stained her shaking hand. “Oh god,” she whispered. She looked at the back of the driver’s seat. Four jagged rips lined the vinyl. Droplets of blood spattered several other surfaces.
    “This was no childbirth.” She turned and almost ran back to her car, slamming the door as she plopped into the front seat. Gripping the steering wheel, she stared at the glaring crime scene, her mind working to recreate what might have happened on this lonely road. Cerberus whimpered and