The coroner stared at the picture for a while. He then held it up next to the woman's face. He sighed, quietly. Thom saw through the kind face the man now adopted.

"I knew it," he said as his legs began to give way.

"Sir, I... I'm sorry."
"Fuck you! Let me see that picture!"
"Sir, you need to sit and have a drink, shall we go over here?"
"The picture you bastard!"
"Mister, calm down!"

Thom lunged at the coroner in a desperate attempt to grab the photograph. He was in dire error because the man was a good half a foot taller and forty pounds heavier than him. A jab to the jaw ended the tangle quickly.The coroner's face suddenly sunk downwards, as the cold white light on the ceiling swung down to meet Thom.

Black.