Ava
I stood beside Chris, both of us leaning over Dedrick’s lifeless body in the morgue. The harsh fluorescent lights cast an eerie glow over his pale skin, making him look even more ghostly than he already was. The sterile smell of disinfectant mixed with the underlying scent of death, making my stomach churn.
“From what I’ve gathered from the autopsy,” the medical examiner said, glancing at his clipboard, “he took a lethal dose of moonbite powder in pill form.”
I turned to look at Chris with my brow furrowed. “You think he took it himself?” I asked.
“Likely. Or perhaps someone gave it to him,” Chris replied in a low voice. “Either way, it seems like he was determined not to give away any information.”
My mind swirled as I went over the implications in my head. When we
