The Christopher KillerBy: Alane Ferguson
The moment of truth
“Ready?” her father asked.Jacobs nodded and placed his hands carefully under the corpse’s shoulders while Justinput his hands beneath her hip. Her father held the head.“One, two, three!” Patrick said. “Careful, now.”The body was stiff, in full rigor, and as it rolled the hair fell forward to cover the face in achestnut-colored web; gently, her father removed it, and then his eyes grew wide. “Oh, no,” hesaid. “Oh, God, please no."