The Gardener

“I think we’ve found her,” Mithra says tightly, and sends me ahead into the greenhouse.
The stink warns me in time to prevent me from losing my breakfast.
It’s not the first time I’ve seen a dead body. Killing is included in my job description. I’ve see death agony and what it does to people – convulsions, involuntarily relaxation of sphincters, arterial sprays… Occasionally, death is even uglier than life.
Like right now.
The victim was a young woman. She’s been dead for days, and left in a place resembling a tropical forest. You can imagine what the cadaver looks like.