The night shift at a funeral home is the best-paid and most dangerous job in town.
I took it to make rent.
From then on, every midnight, whispers came from the morgue.
The voices said they hadn't died by suicide or in an accident. Someone had killed them.
My coworker disappeared, my mentor was brutally murdered, and I became the prime suspect in a series of murders across the city.
Every clue pointed to a major fire from decades ago, one that had been covered up.
The only witness who could identify the real culprit was lying in a refrigerated drawer in the morgue.
I have no superpowers and no one to back me up.
All I have is a pair of ears that can hear the dead.
This time, I'll make every innocent victim speak their final truth in the morgue.
The living can lie, but the dead always tell the truth.
