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She then takes a few moments to carefully tie the white string of the toe tag around Abigail’s big toe, the nail of which was glistening in the sunlight coming through the nearby window. The girl’s well-manicured cold hands were then folded over her chest as a black body bag unzipped and waiting on top. With one detective grabbing her by the feet and another getting her at the shoulders, Abigail was lifted and slid over into the plastic bag. A couple final photos were taken and then the bag was zipped up, the only thing exposed being a small hole through which the tips of her toes could be seen, the toe tag moved to dangle outside the bag for the purposes of quick identification while her corpse was in transit to and awaiting processing at the county coroner’s office. The coroner arrived and directed the transport of Abigail's corpse to the county morgue. The ambulance drivers that had worked on Abigail to no avail were directed to transport her. 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