"What do you mean he's missing?" Spencer Collins demanded, his voice sharp with disbelief and rising anger.
The nurses and doctors exchanged uneasy glances, their silence more telling than any words. No one dared to speak, though, in the face of his anger.
Spencer exhaled slowly, trying to rein in his growing frustration and stepped closer to the doctore, "I asked you-where is Adam Collins? What do you mean he's missing? The man was dead. Are you seriously telling me his corpse just got up and walked away on its own?"
A young nurse-barely out of training, by the looks of her-finally spoke. "Sir, the night shift report says he was transferred to the morgue around 4:15 AM for formal documentation… they were waiting for the forensic consultant to confirm the death before issuing the certificate."
"The morgue?" Spencer repeated slowly, as he felt his heart settling and he asked, "So, he's in the morgue now?"
