The stench of death was overpowering. Soham and Ahmed stood at a distance covering their mouths and noses. The sultry air around the mortuary reeked of it clogging their nostrils and stifling them. The cloying odour of formalin floated in the hot sticky air as a strong reminder of where they stood. The two men wrinkled their nose and looked the other way. Like always, they would wait here till Idris called for them. They watched silently as the older man walked up to the office. Age had slackened his…
