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The Whisper from the Wall – Part 3: Interrogating the Dead The morgue at Cook County smelled like bleach and bad decisions. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, turning everything the color of old bone. It was 2:17 AM. The night shift ME, Dr. Sarah Chen, didn’t ask why an FBI agent needed private access to a three-day-old corpse at two in the morning. She’d seen Carter’s badge before. The black one. The one that didn’t exist. “He’s in drawer seven,” she said, not looking up from her paperwork. “