![]() ![]() ![]() This would have struck Quirke as stranger than it did if he had not been drunk. He had a file open on the desk before him and was writing in it with peculiar awkwardness. He was seated with his back to the door, leaning forward intently in his steel-framed spectacles, the desk lamp lighting the left side of his face and making an angry pink glow through the shell of his ear. Quirke stopped in the unlit body room, among the shrouded forms on their trolleys, and watched him through the open doorway. ![]() Mal was in Quirke's office, sitting at the desk. When he walked into the morgue long after midnight and saw Malachy Griffin there he felt a shiver along his spine that was to prove prophetic, a tremor of troubles to come. Chapter One It was not the dead that seemed to quirke uncanny but the living. ![]()
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