A contracted transport service had then taken me to the mortuary attached to the facility.

I had spent hours where a living man should never have been.

Walter had noticed signs of movement during a routine check.

He told a supervisor, but an urgent argument from Leticia and Octavio at the front desk had drawn people away.

Walter returned, confirmed that I was breathing, and hid me under the sheet when he heard them approaching.

His call to Dr.