Kat caught Shane's gaze and tipped her head toward the stairwell. It just showed what a smart guy he was that he didn't have to be given a stronger hint. He hurried through the door, let out a bark of laughter, and a moment later shouted, "Body!" A few seconds later, he and Mac followed Kat and Bekka down the hall to get behind stage to the Green Room, which served as the Morgue.
"Wow," Bekka murmured, as they met up with other teams hauling in the Dead. "This is going to be one short game, if the Murderer hits that many every time."
"Don't suppose you corpses have any clues to give us?" Shane added.
Kat and Mac just looked at each other, wide-eyed, then shook their heads. It took all her self-control not to burst out laughing.
Fortunately, there was still room for the growing number of Dead on the various couches pushed against the wall in the corner of the Morgue. Bekka and Shane handled their corpses with a little more care than the others who found victims throughout the theater building, settling Kat and Mac down in seated positions, instead of giving them a shove or leaving them sprawled on the floor.
"Excuse me?" One of the newly Dead sat up -- Gabe Hunter. "You have to designate a new DA. Again."
"We have an extremely diabolical Murderer among us today," the General grumbled as he settled down on a bench within reach of the refreshments table. "This is only the second round of the game, and the District Attorney has been killed each time."
"Are you volunteering for the job?" Lynnette said, as she settled down on the arm of the couch where Morgan had taken a seat just a few seconds before.
"Me? And mark myself for death? Tell your husband to take the job."
"Me?" Morgan drew himself up in perfect imitation of his fellow theater professor. "Mark myself for death?"