Chapter 10
Meanwhile, five miles away in Cherry Hill, the black hearse pulled into the rear bay of the crematorium facility.
The driver got out, opening the back doors and rolling the heavy mahogany casket onto a stainless-steel gurney.
Two men in blue paper jumpsuits guided the gurney down a quiet concrete hallway toward the primary incinerator room.
The heavy iron doors of the industrial furnace clicked open, revealing the cold brick chamber inside.
“Check the tag on the toe before we slide her in,” one of the operators said, chewing his gum casually.
“The husband paid a five-thousand-dollar cash rush fee to process this one without an autopsy.”
The operator unlatched the heavy brass locks on the side of the mahogany coffin.
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He lifted the heavy lid, expecting to see a lifeless body surrounded by white flowers.
Instead, I sat up instantly, pulling the oxygen mask off my face and staring straight into his eyes.
