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thermometer and with no further ado stuck it into Jeremy’s liver. Jeremy winced. He couldn’t feel the pain of course, but the way the doctor had jabbed the thing into his body sent shivers down his spine.
    The police officers took hundreds of pictures, made drawings, and took measurements. Jeremy couldn’t believe how much time they were taking. In the movies, this type of stuff usually only took a few minutes, not hours!
    â€œYou all done, Doc?” the first officer asked him. “You got everything you need?”
    â€œAll done,” sighed the coroner. “I’ll have the body sent right down to the morgue; then I’ve got two more patients to see before I can finally get some shut-eye.”
    Jeremy was surprised that there were so many deaths in just one night, but it certainly didn’t seem unusual to the policemen. Just another night with a bunch of bodies littering the streets. Business as usual!
    They put on rubber gloves, placed his head next to his body, and zipped them both up in a black bag. Jeremy walked up to one of the policemen. He’d spent so much time talking to Tetisheri that he hadn’t heard what the officer said about the second murder.
    â€œSo, apparently we can have an influence on the emotions of the living,” he said. “Well, let’s see if it works with you. Tell me everything you know about the other murder.”
    The policeman didn’t react at all, and calmly continued to take notes and make sketches.
    â€œHey! I’m talking to you, buddy! Give me all the details!”
    Jeremy’s presence must not have had any effect on the man at all, because he didn’t give any sign of having heard any Angels.
    â€œThat stupid blue lady told me a bunch of crap,” Jeremy groaned. “It doesn’t work at all!”
    Jeremy stopped ranting and listened attentively as the other officer walked over.
    â€œHis name was Jeremy Galveaux,” he said. “The murderer didn’t take anything. He’s still got his wallet and his Swiss watch. He’s got a French passport too—looks like he’s a froggy.”
    Jeremy tensed up: His theory about it being just a random crime didn’t hold water.
    â€œThat’s the Irish in you talking,” his partner said. “I like the French. They like their food about as much as we like our money. Nothing wrong with that.”
    â€œYeah maybe, but take a look at his business card: The guy owned his own hedge fund!”
    His partner snapped his fingers.
    â€œThat’s it! I knew I’d seen his face before!”
    â€œYou mean when it was attached to his body?” the other officer smirked.
    â€œUh, yeah … you know what I mean. He’s that young wiz kid who gets all those great returns off investments he makes in Dubai and India and all those countries. They say he … he had amazing intuition. He was super-talented. He created his own company when he was twenty, I think, and won his first million in no time. The kid really had brains.”
    â€œWell, all his brainpower didn’t stop him from getting his head cut off! Anyway, it looks like he lived right across the street.”
    â€œAlone?”
    â€œIt doesn’t say anything about that on his passport!”
    â€œI’m well aware of that,” his partner replied, trying to remain calm. “I was wondering if you might have questioned the doorman?”
    â€œNah, not yet.”
    The first officer raised an eyebrow in surprise.
    â€œAll right, all right, I’m going already!”
    â€œIt’s all so pathetic,” Jeremy whispered. “So few people will even miss me. A few of my partners, two or three friends. Maybe my mom, if she doesn’t hate me too much. I worked so much that I never even saw the time pass. Ugh! What an idiot! I wasted my whole life!”
    His head dropped into his hands. But then one of the policemen said something that caught his