“You’re burying a woman prisoner at the jail tomorrow morning,” I repeated. “Right?”
“Yes,” he said.
“What time?”
“Ten o’clock.”
“What time will you arrive at the prison?”
“Nine-fifty.”
“What’s the procedure ?”
He blinked, hesitated, then blurted out, “I and my assistant will prepare the body after the post-mortem, put it in the coffin and bring it back here for the relatives to claim.”
“You load the body into the coffin in the P.M. room or the woman’s cell?”
“In the P.M. room.”