THE CORONER’S VAN SPED ALONG FIFTH AVENUE TOWARDS LENNOX HILL HOSPITAL. JAMES HUTT ALWAYS CONSIDERED IT ODD A CORONER’S VAN SHOULD EVER HAVE TO RUSH ANYWHERE. BUT HE DID LIKE THE WAY IT MADE HIM FEEL IMPORTANT. ONE OF THE FEW PERKS OF SPENDING ALL HIS WORKING HOURS AROUND THE RECENTLY DEAD.
In the back of the van he slowly unzipped the body bag that contained the young woman from the park. Then he smiled. Because there were so many websites that would pay top dollar for the images he was about to take. Some websites were more legit than others, true, but money is money.
James Hutt reached into his pocket with his chubby sweaty figures and pulled out his cell phone.
He snapped several pictures. Then several more.