Chapter 378

• Joaquin Latham let go of him, jumped straight off the bed, and bolted out barefoot. Dan Funnel sighed and chased after him with his shoes.
• The morgue was tucked away in a hard-to-find spot. Without knowing the route, you couldn’t get there. Joaquin rushed around like a headless fly. In the quiet hallway, only his ragged breathing echoed. He was already pale; now the cold white lights washed over his face until he looked like that blank wall behind him.
• His eyes were bloodshot, wet again like he’d been crying in his sleep.