Search the body one more time, thoroughly.

Your arm reaches out and your eyes close, as if by their own volition. It's dark all around. You feel cold, slippery flesh -- first with your fingertips, then under the palm of your hand.

You touch the dead man's body. His skin is cold, light blue and silvery in the light of the fridge. You still have no idea where to begin -- or what to even do with him...

You really ought to wait until the cadaver is refrigerated. Digging around in this mess now is proving hopelessly difficult.

You run your hands over the victim's cold body: his limbs, his torso with its swollen organs... maybe you should be more thorough?