Nate Rivers Death Note Novels & Stories

Rick demands. "Already moved to cold storage, sir," Nathan replies smoothly. "I completed my examination. Death confirmed. Heart failure. No unusual circumstances. She's ready for harvesting whenever you are." "Show me." My breath catches. He wants to see the body. My body. "Of course, sir." Footsteps approach. Stop right in front of my drawer. I hold my breath. Try to stay perfectly still. If Rick opens this drawer, if he sees me alive, everything is over.

The medic stretched Dillard's shut eye open and pointed a pinlight on it. "His pupils are dilated, also the hand prints on his throat shows severe struggle for breathing." "He's been poisoned. Found this inside the trashbin." That man stared at his unifrom searching for his surname. "Suther, Detective Nyle Rivers, City Crime Division." He interrupted as he shows an empty ice cream gallon to him. "Are you kidding me? He died because of ice cream? Perhaps you really are the infamous nutcase detective everybody's talking about." Suther retorted and went back to examining Dillard's body.