Post-Mortem

Detective Sam Richardson walked professionally down the deserted hallway. His destination was the morgue. It was a job he hated the most. The smell of decomposing bodies made him feel sick. Yet he still did it.

He opened the door walked into the dull room. Shivering, he decided to keep his coat on. The forensic scientist, James Pox, stood over a body.

"I thought you were on vacation?" Sam asked the safest question he could find. He knew James was having marriage problems. None of them ever work. There's no such thing as true love. I don't believe in marriage.

James turned around to face Sam. "Had to…come back early," James stuttered. I'm sure he never had a shutter before. It's most likely the stress

"Never mind." There was no point in asking, it wasn't his business. "So, who's the victim?"

Sam checked the tag. "Darwin Wiggett date of birth thirteenth of October 1961. Found naked on Myrtle Beach yesterday. He has been dead…for about week, I think." As the scientist spoke Sam tightened his tie, he hated it when it got too loose.

"So what is the cause of death?" Sam asked as he examined body. There was no marks, no bruises, nothing revealing how if the man was murdered. There has to be a reason. Everything has an answer.

"No signs, so far…If you come back later I'll have it all done."

Sam disappointed pushing through the grubby glass doors. Once outside, his phone started to ring.

"Hi Sam, its Mary here," the voice spoke nervously, "I have just contacted the family of a victim in one of your cases." Sam had too many cases and it was hard to remember them all. There's nothing after death. You shouldn't have a say on things once you are dead. I don't believe in that afterlife stuff.

"Yes but was this important for you to ring me up, you know it cost me lots to run this phone," he asked her. After the shock of getting a large phone bill the month earlier, he'd been trying to tell Mary to only ring if it was important.

"Yes," she said simply, Sam could hear talking in the background but couldn't decipher what they were saying. "I've been talking to the Wigget Family, Darwin wants to talk to you about something." Sam froze, he noticed mist covering the floor, and it was coming from the morgue.

Dropping the phone on the hard tile floor, Sam rushed back into the morgue. He quickly covered his face with his arm, a beam of light pushed him back. Wind started to blow around the room with important documents flying around like a tornado.

Standing over the body stood a figure, which Sam could only barely see. Staring at Sam with bright green eyes, as if they were in mutual agreement, both alien and body disappeared. Sam crashed onto the ground, breathing heavily. Trying to work out what he had just witnessed the light flickered off.

I believe now.