After Hearing The Corpse Speak, I Fought For Justice

Summary

The first time I heard a corpse speak was in the department autopsy room.

My mentor glanced over the autopsy report, his voice flat. "Classic suicide. Let's close the case."

The lead detective nodded in silence. Outside the door, the victim's mother was on her knees, sobbing to the point of collapse.

But I was the only one who heard a raspy, female voice whisper:

"I didn't kill myself."

The hemostatic forceps in my hand clattered onto the metal tray with a sharp clang.

Everyone in the room turned to look at me.