Page 159 of Icy Cold Death

The ME continued.

“The water is naturally colder here in the mountains, and they were better preserved than if they were in a warmer climate, but trust me when I say they are a mess.”

He pulled back the sheets that were covering them, and he wasn’t exaggerating.

If he was waiting for them to get grossed out, he would be waiting a long time.

They were pros with bodies.

Unfortunately.

He seemed to smile in appreciation that they weren’t puking in his lab.

He continued.

“Predation is to a minimum, but there was still some as you can see. Fish will consume flesh. As for how they stayed in this area…we can thank the beavers.”

They looked over.

“Pardon?” Genesis asked.

He explained.

“They were all caught in a beaver dam in the water. They couldn’t float further down the stream. The beavers are the ones who really found the bodies.”

That was interesting.

“And we don’t have ID?” Genesis asked.

He nodded.

“I can do preliminary thanks to missing person reports, but if you want one hundred percent, we’re waiting on dentals.”

“We’ll take your first assessment,” Bishop said.

He gave it to them.

“Then, the victims are Keri Hester, Aimee Lucas, and Tiff Dunmore. I did preliminary ID by birthmarks, tattoos, and jewelry that was on the bodies. Dentals are coming shortly for positive ID.”

Tori knew what she was about to ask was a long shot in this case.

“Anything about how they died? You know, like COD?” she asked.

The man laughed.

And laughed.

And laughed.

“You’re funny. They’ve been in the water for months. No one is that good. I might find something when I open them up if their internal organs are intact. Hope that some little fish didn’t make a cave out of their lungs.”

Well, that was nightmare inducing.

Tori glanced over, knowing this might be something they needed help with.

“Are you a forensic ME or a coroner?” Tori asked, going there.

He lifted a brow.

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