I hugged myself, what seemed to be my default position when it came to finding dead bodies, and stood to one side as Dr. Aberstock chatted with Crew a few feet away. I kept turning to look at my fiancé despite the fact it was Deputy Jill Wagner to whom I was delivering my statement. My friend seemed to understand my need to keep Crew in my sight because she shimmied sideways a few steps so I didn't have to crane my neck while I filled her in with a dull tone far too familiar, one I'd developed to deal with such common circumstances in the last three years.
Finding a dead body, dull? Well, there was only so much death a girl could take before it became necessary to compartmentalize and form habits of protection against the nightmares.