âWho knows what the guy was thinking? Maybe he was hopped up on something. Maybe heâs just some sick creep who wanted a one-of-a-kind trophy. Let the cops worry about that. I just want to focus on you.â
âTrophy?â Hicks cried, imagining his pants hung up on a wall in a picture frame.
âYeah, I guess,â Doc Sopher said, glancing over his shoulder, across the room. âOnly reason I can think why someone would come in here and steal the body of a famous serial killer.â
Hicks turned his headâa gong went off in his brain and filled his skull with dark reverberationsâand saw that the gurney had been rolled halfway across the room and someone had yanked the dead body right off it. He moaned again and shut his eyes.
He heard the rapid clip-clop of boot heels coming down the hallway and thought he recognized the goose-stepping gait of his uncle Jim on the march, out from behind his desk and not happy about it. There was no logical reason to fear the man. Hicks was the victim here; he had been assaulted, for chrissake. But alone and miserable in his only refugeâthe dark behind his eyelidsâhe felt that logic didnât enter into it. His uncle Jim was coming, and a third citation was coming with him, was about to fall like a silver hammer. He had literally been caught with his pants down, and he saw already that at least in one sense he was never going to be stepping into those security pants again.
It was all lost, had been taken away in a moment, in the shadows of the autopsy room: the good job, the good days of Sasha and stirrups and treats from the pharmacy locker and funny photos with dead bodies. Even his Trans Am with the zebra upholstery was gone, although no one would know it for hours; the sick fuck who clubbed him senseless had helped himself to the keys and driven away in it.
Gone. Everything. All of it.
Gone off with dead old Charlie Manx and never coming back.
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Also by Joe Hill
Horns
Heart-Shaped Box
20th Century Ghosts (story collection)
Locke & Key, vols. 1â5 (IDW Publishing)
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âThumbprintâ copyright © 2007 by Joe Hill originally appeared in the print anthology Postscripts #10, Spring 2007, published by PS Publishing.
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