Page 68 of The Last Morgan

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So close to answers.

And now Rebecca — their only living thread — was gone.

Lucy turned slowly, her eyes burning.

"How the fuck did this happen?”

The basement was heavy with silence. The smell of old stone and fresh blood curled together into something sour.

"So, uh, time to call Carter?" Corey finally said, his voice a little too casual.

Lucy tilted her head, as if considering.

"Can't we just... hide the body?" she said, her tone so flat it was almost comical.

Corey nearly choked.

"Hide the—Lucy. Jesus. It's a corpse, not leftover takeout."

Lucy smirked faintly.

"Won’t he get mad if we just deliver him a corpse? I mean, technically we didn’t kill her. Protocol should’ve had Carter hereearlier, if you think about it, this is kind of his fault." Lucy, said this in a serious tone

Corey turned to her slowly and shook his head “Let’s just hide the body, I honestly can’t deal with Carters reaction to this mess right now.”

Lucy shrugged like they were debating where to order pizza from.

"We will tell Carter all about it later. Casual. Maybe over drinks."

"You're insane." Corey muttered, but he didn’t argue.

The conversation was cut short by pounding feet on the stairs.

Barnaby burst into the room, his face pale, clutching a device in his hand.

The little black box beeped frantically, shrieking like a dying animal.

"Something’s down here!" Barnaby shouted, breathless.

Corey and Byron immediately stepped forward to block his view, but they were too late.

Barnaby’s wide, innocent eyes found Rebecca’s broken body.

He stumbled, nearly falling backward.

Lucy winced.

Barnaby wasn’t made for this part of their world. He belonged behind a keyboard, not in bloodstained basements.

Still — his hands tightened on the device.

"Please—someone take this closer. It's freaking out."

Corey grabbed it, moving cautiously toward the body.

Each step made the device screech louder.

"Closer," Barnaby insisted. "Right on her."

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