One chilly early October morning, the body of a newspaper carrier is found brutally mutilated. He's the first of more killing to baffle the detectives of the Sullivan County Sheriff's Department. NYC police officer, Mike Serrano, decides to visit his sister in the small town of Liberty, NY for some peace and quiet after the death of his fiancée, who was killed in a shootout. Mike inadvertently becomes involved in the investigation with his brother-in-law, Marty Pietri, a Sullivan County Sheriff's deputy - Mike's former partner with the NYPD. Mike also meets a young woman with a secret of her own, as well as some of the town folk of Liberty, NY.
......The pungent odor of formaldehyde partially masked the stench of decaying flesh that always seemed evident in the air. He hurriedly prepared the necessary forms and made sure there was audio tape for the autopsy table microphone. He flipped the light switch for the autopsy room.
The fluorescent ceiling lights flickered on, spreading a macabre blanket of light over the sterile stainless steel table. Doc Sharpe grinned; he could see why so many people were morbidly fascinated, or nauseated, by the sight of morgue rooms.
Doc Sharpe had always been fascinated by death, especially during his tour in Korea. He had volunteered to work at the base mortuary. Needless to say, he got to be very good at his work from the endless supply of bodies. He had acquired extensive knowledge of the human body devastated in ways that only war can produce. He had witnessed what bullets, bombs, and plane crashes can do to the body, not to mention colorful ways man had personally devised to maim and mutilate.
The knock on the door brought Doc Sharpe back to the present. The paramedics were in the hall with the D.O.A. from the trailer park. He let them in.
“Where do you want him doc, fridge or on the table?” asked one of the medics.
“You can put him on the table.”
“Sure Doc. Are you doing the autopsy by yourself?”
“I’m going to prepare it; Stan will be here in about an hour, along with a detective from the sheriff’s department.”
“Need any help doc?” hoping he would say no.
“No, I’ll be fine. Just take him out of the bag and place him on the table.”
The medics wheeled Lenny over to the steel table. Doc watched them unzip the black bag. . .
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