Captain Josie Corsino stood near the open door and studied the dead girl’s face. She’d seen plenty of corpses during her twenty-one years with the Los Angeles Police Department, but still thought it was odd the way each victim had such a unique expression—fear, surprise, anger, resignation—but this was new: the dead girl was smiling.
What dying people thought or saw in the last few seconds before vacant stares signaled cognitive life had gone forever was something that always fascinated Josie. Despite all the claims by those Sunday morning television evangelists, she knew there was really only one way to find out. She wasn’t that curious.
--by Connie Dial (Permanent Press)
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