The Wreck of the Chelsea

He pried the frozen corpse over, and a piece of paper fell from the dead man's right hand. Foley picked up the slip and glanced at it quickly before stuffing it into his pocket. It looked like a shopping list. Foley began backing out of the freezer room. If the corpse was Palmisciano, Foley was dead-ended. He could hear the shrill sounds of police car sirens approaching. "Don't move another step!" It was a woman's voice.