"Hemmed in on one side by a sofa, on the other by what seemed to be stacks of lumber, Rose tried to turn back the other way. As she maneuvered her body round, her gloved hand came down on something that yielded beneath her fingers. It felt malleable, like flesh, with the brittleness of bone beneath.
Rose looked down, blinking eyes burning and swollen from the heat, and felt the bile rise in her throat. 'Jesus Christ,' she said. 'We've got a body.'"
--- In a Dark House, Deborah Crombie, 2004