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167] The smug self-satisfaction and sarcasm in Roman’s voice abruptly vaporized into a whisper fierce with self-concern. “What’re you doing to me, coming here? You’re not authorized. You don’t belong anywhere in the morgue, and especially not in there.”“I have credentials.”“The hell you do.”“I could leave here and come to you. Are you in one of the autopsy rooms or still at your desk?”Roman’s whisper grew softer but even more intense: “Are you nuts? Are you trying to get me fired?”“I just want to place an order,” Corky said.Recently Roman had supplied him with a jar containing tissue preservative and ten foreskins harvested from cadavers destined for cremation.Corky had given the jar to Rolf Reynerd with instructions. In spite of his congenital stupidity, Reynerd had managed to pack the container in a black gift box and send it to Channing Manheim.“I need another ten,” Corky said.“You don’t come here to talk about it. You never come here, you moron. You call I thought this would be a hoot, give you a laugh.”Shakily, Roman said, “Dear Jesus.”“You’re a Satanist,” Corky reminded him.“Idiot.”“Listen, Roman, where exactly are you? How do I get to you from here? WeStay right where you are.”