Carmen paid off the taxi driver and looked up at the rather plain building that served as the morgue.  Putting on her confident face, she got her story straight and entered, approaching the guard quickly.<br/><br/>"Excuse me...hi, sorry, I just...I was here earlier today to, you know..."  She stammered and brushed her hair back behind her ears, trying to seem like someone on the verge of tears.  "To I.D. someone...I think I left my glasses back there.  Do you care if I...?"  She pointed at the door to the back, hoping he'd let her through.<br/><br/>It was a weak story at best, but she hoped the guard would be too kind-hearted to trouble such a woman even further.