Chapter 22

Dr. Davis Wheeler had worked at the morgue for as long as he could remember. In the beginning, he had started off as just another ordinary doctor, stitching wounds and administering treatments to patients, but somehow, he had found himself drawn to the part of his studies that pertained to taking care of bodies that no longer had life in them. And that was how he found himself becoming the head mortician at Washington Memorial Hospital, one of the big names of hospitals in Williamsburg.

He was a tall, handsome man in his forties with strong distinguishing features. His hair was a light brown, which matched the color of his eyes. When he walked, his steps were so light that he could pass by a person without being noticed unless he wanted to be noticed.

Dr. Wheeler had never married before, thanks to his devotion to his work. He had been very close to marrying about three times, but somehow, his devotion to his job always got in the way, and his fiancées would call off the