Identity V Embalmer Novels & Stories

Vincent said, opening a file he’d already left on the table. Ilana straightened up and Jo followed her movements, still leaning a little into Vincent. Calix rolled out the blueprints and rolled them onto the table. “What are we looking at?” Ilana asked, her gaze scanning the newly opened file. Vincent leaned forward, his finger drawing a rough circle around a grainy photo of an older man—deep lines, graying hair, and too wide eyes. “He works at the crematory. Handled clean-up for Helene. Kids that broke free from her control. Bodies that were too inconvenient to be left behind.”

The embalmer let the Earl of Winchester enter the premises, in a glass coffin adorned with gold trimmings, was Willemina, her pale face was reflected in terror, as if she had recognized the man or being hers who I had attacked her I did everything possible, to remove that grimace of horror, I embalmed the body so that the police could find more things, but it is impossible, then the others arrived - he said pointing to the other coffins, from the expensive cedar to the cheap pine. We will take her away, thank you for putting your knowledge and power in making my daughter - the Earl of Winchester's voice broke - thank you, Sir Walker, I hope to see you at the funeral, to say goodbye to my bel

“You’ve researched in libraries and on the net, right?” “That’s right.” “Have you followed one of these things around to see what it’s doing?” “I’ve just caught it and gotten it embalmed as quickly as possible. That seems to stop things,” he admitted. “So that creepy, arrogant undertaker is in on this?” I spat with disgust. “Only in as much as he’s told that the body was retrieved by the snatchers and needs to be embalmed immediately. They’re treated like emergency cases. Since they stink like a rotting corpse, he hasn’t questioned it.”

Asks the gentleman in the white coat. "We are Mordashov Sofia and Mordashov David. We are the children of the deceased person. At the moment we don't have our IDs, but we do have the hospitalization tape, where our names are listed," I whisper. The gentleman looks at us uncertainly. "I do have my identification at hand" says Mrs. Hernandez "I had previously visited the deceased, so I know that among her belongings, there are the copies of identification of the children here present. >> If you give us a little of your time and kindly go through her belongings, you will find in the same not only the identification of the boys, but, the photos that identify them even more."

"Yeah, life can be so unpredictable. We never know who will be around tomorrow. Let’s get back to work; Mr. Caws is waiting for us to finish this up." With that, the two embalmers started the embalming process, making an incision on the right side of the lower neck to drain the remaining blood from the body. As the knife got closer to the skin, one of the guys noticed something strange—a little twitch from the corpse's hand. “Wait a second!” The shout made the other guy stop before he could make the cut. “What’s up?” “I swear I just saw her hand move!” “Are you serious? She’s been dead for seven hours. That can’t be right.”

I’m so sorry I couldn’t stay. *First, the practical matters. My body is with Dr. Timothy Van at the city morgue. He’s an old friend who agreed to hold it for me until you were ready. His number is 555-0147. When you call him, tell him I sent you. He’ll help you with everything you need for the burial. I’ve already paid for a plot at Riverside Cemetery, section C, lot 42. The papers are in the filing cabinet under “Personal - Important.”*

“Lisa and I got them as well. How was it? Is it what I think it is? Is it Lance?” “It is. It’s all so hard to process. I guess I’m in fake it till I make it mode. I need to get them both home so we can sort through the services and the wills. Apparently, I’m executor for both.” “Oh, Jayden. Are you okay with that?” “I think so. It’s what they wanted, I can honor that.” “You’re a good man, you know that?” I don’t answer. “This USB should expedite the release of the bodies. We’ll fly them back as soon as possible.”

The news anchor spoke in a calm tone: “Authorities have confirmed the victim’s identity using dental records. Funeral arrangements are being made.” Camela's lips twitched into the faintest sad smile. They believe it; every single one of them. The papers labeled it as tragic. The obituary was short and respectful, written by her father's people: Camela Castellano Siegel, beloved daughter, gone too soon. At the funeral, a closed casket rested beneath flowers. Neighbors cried while friends shared whispers. Her father stood stiff and unreadable, his face was pale with something close to fear.

Bombwe's body in the morgue. “Ivana, I am sorry, dear, I am sorry, but we can always share my father. You are my sister and not cousin,” Mishy said and hugged her. “Ivana dear, receive my condolences we are here for you,” Elizabeth, Mish's mum said. Ivana was only nodding to them. She had no strength left to open her mouth. **** The burial arrangements were made and Mr. Bombwe was laid to rest in a county cemetery. It downed on Ivana that the mansion was useless without her father. It felt so empty that she wished to sell it.

I felt like they wife deserved to have some closure. I can't imagine how or what I would feel if one of my family members went missing, we would never stop looking so this way, it will give them time to grief him properly, this is why I dug him up, at the least I thought that Isabella would at least have some peace knowing that he was going to get a proper burial. I have also did some research on the man and he is not as squiky clean as everyone thinks he is. He has been doing a lot of shady things, I am talking about embezzlement. He had an off shore account in Switzerland.