“How th’fuck’d we miss this?!” Dawson growled, shaking his head.
The body contorted into an anguished scream; the eyes were hollow and dead, the fingers that remained clawing for purchase, the skin cracked and flaking. Ice had bleached the corpse a deathly pale blue and the officers were afraid to handle it in case his limbs snapped off.
“C’mon, Chief,” Teddy reasoned. “Y’know this place’s a graveyard until the ice thaws.”
Dawson grumbled, chipping a chunk off the corpse’s calf with a frustrated kick. “That’s th’third one this week! People need to be more careful where they dump their shit!”
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