“What do we got?” Callum ducked his head to fit through the doorway to the small office. The floors were carpeted. Green walls. Bookshelves took up the entire eastern wall.
“You of all people should recognize a corpse,” the dark-haired man jested from the corner of the room. He lined up his shot, and the camera clicked. His target: the victim. In the center of the room sat a red cushioned chair facing a heavy wooden desk. A woman sat motionless in the chair, back to Callum. From where he stood, she look perfectly fine, still among the living apart from the lack of motion.
