The summer of nineteen ninety-four was hot in Atlanta, Georgia. But deep beneath the Grady Memorial Hospital, on the B-two level, the air was always cold. Here, in the morgue’s damp concrete corridors, surrounded by pipes from the nineteen forties, a story began to unfold—one that still has no final chapter.
Over the course of eighty-nine days, five bodies vanished. They were all unclaimed men...
