The third book in the John Stauber & Linda Lavaque Murder Mysteries Series. The man lying in the morgue was definitely dead. And yet John Stauber found himself carrying on a conversation with him... "But how do you know who I am? You can't know that." John sighed. "Let me give it a try. You're with the FBI, or, rather, the BOI, the Bureau of Investigation. Your name is Lionel Cromwell and you went down with the Morning Star in nineteen twenty-three." Agent Cromwell's mouth dropped open and John could see the man's faculties beginning to shut down. Obviously John had shocked the hell out of him. "How - how could you know...'" "Fingerprints." "Fingerprints? But - but how did you get my fingerprints?" "They were taken off your body. After you were shot dead a few days ago out on Park Point." "What? You mean they kill me? I'm dead...'" "Look...none of this is making any sense. You're dead. You're on a slab in the morgue even as we speak. So... how is it I'm talking to you right now?"
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