The girl lay calmly – in a light dress, with flowers in her hands. Her face was peaceful. Everything as it should be. But the inner sides – higher than usual. Under the thin covering – a bulge. One of the men carefully lifted the inner insert.
At that moment, everyone recoiled.
Inside, in a hidden compartment, wrapped in black plastic… lay a man’s body. Middle-aged, apparently, with a tattoo on the neck and marks. The face had begun decomposing, but the features were still recognizable. Sharp, chemical smell.
One of the funeral workers stepped back:
— Lord… there… a corpse!
— This… this is no longer a “double bottom.” This… is a crime, — someone exhaled.
The girl’s mother lowered her head.
— I don’t know who this is. He… shouldn’t be there.
The workers turned pale.
— Impossible. We received the body sealed. Everything was closed…
— Who organized the coffin delivery? — sharply asked one of the men.
— Private company. Through a middleman. The order came electronically. Full payment in cash.
Pause.
Someone took out a phone and called the police.
