Moe yawned as she stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the basement. She didn’t like coming to the city morgue. It wasn’t that it was dark and dirty like on TV. Filled with fancy robotic lab equipment, stainless steel tables, and intelligent looking scientists in white lab coats, this morgue was state of the art and always pristine. What frustrated Moe the most was the way the people here looked at her after she did what they asked her to do.
The elevator descended and she tucked her hands into the front pocket of her grey hoodie. Biting her bottom lip, she said a silent prayer, hoping the murder wouldn’t be too gruesome or violent. Moe liked using her gift to help the police, but she hated seeing the violent ones. They stayed with her, plaguing her nightmares and invading her daydreams for years after.