"Will found out, he'd kill me," Owen says without mirth. He frowns and shrugs. "Wouldn't accomplish anything, anyway. I want to get on and do my job and not be treated like the corpse on the slab.

I know I am one, but... hey, wonder what it'd actually feel like to be autopsied? Might tickle a bit. But only if I put my mind to it..."

It would be a terrible idea. Interesting, but still...