It was, unfortunately, not the first time Beatrice identified a skeleton. Hair pulled tight and bandana covering her mouth and nose to keep away those natural decomposers.
“Female. Males have a larger cranial structure in general. The hips are curved out… bumpy so at least in her first hundred years of life and she’s given birth.” Beatrice pointed out the humerus and femur. “Liza measure them for me. You remember the formula for height…”
The ghost blinked her light in her version of an eye roll. “I’m not a calculator you know.”
“Liza – ”
“161.2 centimeters.”
“Young, female, 5’2… she’d broken her arm at some point. There’s a healed fracture…” Beatrice sat back as she talked, dictating her findings for Liza to send to the client. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do. “Body is too far gone for transport. I’ll bury her here.”
“The client wanted – ”
“There are still bodies unclaimed from the Red War. If he wants someone to aquamate so badly, let him claim one of those. I’m not carrying a carcass through the woods.”