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beside me.
    “Is this it?” he asked.
    I looked around and nodded. “Yeah, this is the intake room.” I swung around and pointed to the big glass window, that showcased another room, bigger and even more joyless. “That’s where the bodies are.”
    Trevor moved to look through the window. I joined him.  I shivered surveying the three stainless steel tables with drain gutters all around them.  Beyond the tables was a wall with twelve square steel doors stacked 4x3.  The dead girl was in one of those drawers. Now that I was here, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it.
    Trevor must’ve noticed because he grabbed my hand.  “Are you okay?”
    I nodded, afraid I would betray myself if I spoke.
    “I can do this on my own. You got us here. You don’t have to look at the body.”
    “No, I have to.”
    “Okay.” He squeezed my hand once more, then walked to the swinging doors between rooms.  “Let’s get it over with.”
    We entered the room as silently as we could. Although everyone in the room was dead, it didn’t seem right to make a bunch of pointless noise. Respect, man.
    “Which drawer do you think she’s in?” I asked.
    Trevor grabbed the handle of the closest one, on the bottom.  “Well her death was recent, so I’m going to assume the autopsy was just completed.”
    He opened the door. The smell hit me instantly. I wasn’t expecting it and I stumbled backwards, colliding into one of the steel tables.  Hip meet sharp edge .
    “Ow! God damn it!”
    “Do you want to be louder? I don’t think they heard you outside.”
    “Sorry. It’s just the smell.”
    “What did you expect? Roses?”
    “Maybe.”  I joined him back at the drawer.  “Is it her?” I gestured to the toe tag on a small and feminine foot. The police hadn’t released a name, but I sensed I would know it when I heard it spoken out loud.
    Trevor grabbed the toe tag and turned it so he could read the name on it.  “Deanna Moser.”
    He looked at me expectantly. I shrugged. I didn’t know if it was her or not.  I was just guessing with the name thing. Although it did seem familiar to me.
    “Step back,” he said, as he took hold of the sliding tray and pulled it out until we were looking down at a covered body of a dead girl.
    “How do we tell?”
    “She’ll be sunk in. Remember how Josh looked after you nearly sucked him dry?”
    I smacked Trevor’s arm. “Yes, thanks for reminding me.”
    “Sorry, but at least we know what a cambion death will look like.” He gripped the white sheet in his fingers.
    I could see the horror in his eyes. He didn’t want to do this either. He was just as freaked out as I was. But he would go through with it, because that was the kind of guy he was. He did things that were hard so others didn’t have to suffer.  Although he would never admit it or want to hear it, Trevor was a standup guy. He was a hero.
    “You don’t have to look, Sale.”
    “I know, but I will.”  I swallowed down the bile rising in my throat and forced myself to continue to look down.  I nodded to him.
    He raised the sheet, just uncovering her face. That was all we needed to see to know that Deanna Moser died from a cambion attack.
    I put a hand up to my mouth and turned away. I couldn’t look at her sunken shriveled face any longer. She looked like a thousand year old corpse and not a vibrant young teenage girl.
    Trevor lowered the sheet, and then pushed the tray back into the drawer. He shut the door and leaned on it for a moment.  “Damn it.”
    “I can’t believe it.”  I backed up and leaned against the table I’d run into earlier.  “Do you think this is a warning to us? Did they do this to get back at us?”
    The thought that this girl died to get back at Trevor and I made my gut roil. I didn’t know how I could live with myself knowing that.  Squeezing my eyes shut to stem the angry tears that threatened to fall; I swung away from the body drawers and stormed out of the autopsy