They landed in a train.

" Look at that, I'm actually dressed right this time," Christel snarked, inspecting his uniform. A Wisconsin state police badge in his pocket, a sewn patch on his coat's shoulder.

" We should have less trouble with the sheriff this time around," Allen said. " The system substituted us for the officers that historically reported in, and we're ahead of schedule in terms of arrival time."

They stepped out onto the platform. A police officer was waiting for them.

" Y'all the fellas from Madison?" he asked.

" Yes. I'm Allen Hughes, and this is officer Christel Kersten. He's a licensed coroner," Allen said, introducing them to the man.

" I'm Officer Marcus Carey," he said, shaking Allen's hand. " Y'all got here awful fast. Good thing, too. It's too hot out to, ah... keep the poor fella above ground too long."

Christel's lips drew into a thin line, alarmed, but he said nothing.

" Take us right along to him, then," Allen said.

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