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a medical examiner. I thought you hated Pierce’s job. You call her the crypt keeper.”
“Ay!” she shouted, smacking him on the forehead with the stylus. “Why do you say that in front of her?”
James rubbed his forehead. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Just like a man, not to think. But I forgive you.” She smiled a sultry half smile and bit the end of the stylus.
James’s lips parted, and his mouth hung open slightly as he watched her tongue trace the end of the pen.
“Hey, Vee.” Pierce’s voice made him jump. “Will you run back out to the car and grab that case I put in the back? I’ll need it set up upstairs.”
“This job is nothing but running here and running there in ugly flat shoes and this bag outfit. I should have gone into cutting hairs like mis hermanas ,” Veronica grumbled as she disappeared into the house.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was an episode of The Bachelor and not an active crime scene. Especially not one where a victim’s face had practically exploded. Now, do you want to take a look at the vic or should I get the old man to come down instead?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“I don’t know. You really mean exploded? As in, from the inside out?”
Pierce nodded. “Come take a look.” She lifted the cloth covering Tyson’s body and folded it down over his chest.
James gritted his teeth. “It is worse than upstairs.”
“Told you it would be. We should’ve made that bet.”
Pulp bloomed from Tyson’s face. His jaw hung loose and rested on the ground next to his ear. And his eyes…. James looked toward the bloodstained house, not wanting the bulging, red-veined orbs to put down roots in his memory.
“Blood must have shot up pretty high for there to be such a large spray radius around the body,” James said, taking in the expanse of crimson surrounding the corpse. “Could the fall have done that?”
“Not likely. I’d say it was whatever caused the detached mandible. I’m going to head upstairs and take a look at the female. I’ll have more information for you once we get them transported back to the lab, and I can get him cleaned up and run some tests. Looking at this kind of stuff, it’s rough. Take care of yourself while you figure this one out.” She smiled gently and walked back into the house.
James ambled to the edge of the large patio and looked around while he slipped off his gloves, thankful he hadn’t had to use them. Several small cameras glared at him from the yard next door. He stuffed the blue gloves into his pocket and walked to the tall privacy fence.
“Can I help you?” a delicate, shaky voice asked.
“Yes, hi, I’m Detective Graham,” he introduced himself as he peered over the top of the stained wood. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but where are you?”
“Down here.” A petite, sun-spotted hand entered James’s view, and he pushed himself up on his tiptoes for a better vantage point. “Hang on a second. I have a step stool inside.” The back door slid open and closed again, and James resumed studying the cameras set up in the yard.
Each slim, black camera was attached to a tall pole and placed in a random part of the yard. In total, James counted six cameras, and one of them pointed straight toward the crime scene.
The door opened again and the shaky voice returned. “It takes me awhile sometimes, but I eventually get to where I’m trying to go.” Something heavy plopped on the ground, and her perfectly coiffed white hair popped into view. “That’s better. It’s lovely to meet you, Detective Graham. Although I’m sure sorry about the circumstances.”
“You know about what happened over here?”
“Only what’s been going around the neighborhood. That Tyson and Monica were found dead by that vulture Robyn Jenkins.” Her crepe-paper eyelids sagged as she spoke.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re one of Ms. Jenkins’s top supporters,” James said.
“Well, I’m not saying not to
“Ay!” she shouted, smacking him on the forehead with the stylus. “Why do you say that in front of her?”
James rubbed his forehead. “Sorry. I wasn’t thinking.”
“Just like a man, not to think. But I forgive you.” She smiled a sultry half smile and bit the end of the stylus.
James’s lips parted, and his mouth hung open slightly as he watched her tongue trace the end of the pen.
“Hey, Vee.” Pierce’s voice made him jump. “Will you run back out to the car and grab that case I put in the back? I’ll need it set up upstairs.”
“This job is nothing but running here and running there in ugly flat shoes and this bag outfit. I should have gone into cutting hairs like mis hermanas ,” Veronica grumbled as she disappeared into the house.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think this was an episode of The Bachelor and not an active crime scene. Especially not one where a victim’s face had practically exploded. Now, do you want to take a look at the vic or should I get the old man to come down instead?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow.
“I don’t know. You really mean exploded? As in, from the inside out?”
Pierce nodded. “Come take a look.” She lifted the cloth covering Tyson’s body and folded it down over his chest.
James gritted his teeth. “It is worse than upstairs.”
“Told you it would be. We should’ve made that bet.”
Pulp bloomed from Tyson’s face. His jaw hung loose and rested on the ground next to his ear. And his eyes…. James looked toward the bloodstained house, not wanting the bulging, red-veined orbs to put down roots in his memory.
“Blood must have shot up pretty high for there to be such a large spray radius around the body,” James said, taking in the expanse of crimson surrounding the corpse. “Could the fall have done that?”
“Not likely. I’d say it was whatever caused the detached mandible. I’m going to head upstairs and take a look at the female. I’ll have more information for you once we get them transported back to the lab, and I can get him cleaned up and run some tests. Looking at this kind of stuff, it’s rough. Take care of yourself while you figure this one out.” She smiled gently and walked back into the house.
James ambled to the edge of the large patio and looked around while he slipped off his gloves, thankful he hadn’t had to use them. Several small cameras glared at him from the yard next door. He stuffed the blue gloves into his pocket and walked to the tall privacy fence.
“Can I help you?” a delicate, shaky voice asked.
“Yes, hi, I’m Detective Graham,” he introduced himself as he peered over the top of the stained wood. “Ma’am, I’m sorry, but where are you?”
“Down here.” A petite, sun-spotted hand entered James’s view, and he pushed himself up on his tiptoes for a better vantage point. “Hang on a second. I have a step stool inside.” The back door slid open and closed again, and James resumed studying the cameras set up in the yard.
Each slim, black camera was attached to a tall pole and placed in a random part of the yard. In total, James counted six cameras, and one of them pointed straight toward the crime scene.
The door opened again and the shaky voice returned. “It takes me awhile sometimes, but I eventually get to where I’m trying to go.” Something heavy plopped on the ground, and her perfectly coiffed white hair popped into view. “That’s better. It’s lovely to meet you, Detective Graham. Although I’m sure sorry about the circumstances.”
“You know about what happened over here?”
“Only what’s been going around the neighborhood. That Tyson and Monica were found dead by that vulture Robyn Jenkins.” Her crepe-paper eyelids sagged as she spoke.
“It doesn’t sound like you’re one of Ms. Jenkins’s top supporters,” James said.
“Well, I’m not saying not to
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