Book of the Blind - Part IV

A woman in a slicker holding an umbrella emerged from the car. She had red hair and a wine-colored birthmark on her left cheek in the shape of a heart.

Clay had recovered from his nausea and joined Gibson at the corpse, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. “Wow, Sean. Who’s she?”

“Keira Mortenson,” Gibson said. “She runs forensics.”