I flipped through the book and saw this part over at 209.
“That would explain the corpse,” Cary said, sounding relieved. He handed over the dry cleaning. “Laundry will be ready Monday.”
“Thanks so much.”
“Actually?” The corpse sat up and looked toward us. Someone had done what looked like a very realistic bullet hole in the center of her forehead. “Can you see if they have it by tomorrow?”
“I’ll ask,” Cary called.
She gave him a cheerful thumbs-up, then lay down again, her eyes going glassy and head lolling to the side.