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that her head
will come apart from her body when we put her in the bag.”
“Leave it with me, I’ve an idea.”
Frank walked through to the holding room. Shaw heard a crack,
and shortly after, Frank returned carrying a wooden shelf.
“I’ll place this at her side,” Frank said. “You lift her
head, and I’ll lift her shoulders, then I’ll tap the plank under her with my
foot. If I lift her buttocks, we can slide the rest of the plank under her.”
No more words were exchanged as they worked in tandem until
Maria was in the bag and zipped. Shaw was still on his haunches, his head in
his hands at the ordeal. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Come on, Brett, one final effort to the van and we’re done.”
Working their way to the burger van, and with one final
struggle to lower her body into the refrigerator, Shaw wondered how the hell
the coroner’s guys could sleep at night.
“I feel like we should say some words for Maria,” Frank
said.
“Go ahead.”
Frank took off his hat, holding it at his front with both
hands, and closed his eyes. Shaw followed him, and closed his eyes. Frank
cleared his throat.
“We’re sorry for having to manhandle you, Maria. Rest
assured we’ll find whoever or whatever took your life, for the peace and mind
of your relatives. You’re in a better place now, and if the Lord has animals up
there in heaven, I’m sure he’ll be mighty pleased of your help in looking after
them. God bless you. Amen.”
“Amen to that,” said Shaw.
They climbed out of the back of the van, and Frank closed
the doors. Shaw shrugged out of his protective clothing, stashing them in one
of the garbage bags that Frank had removed. Shaw opened his trunk and stowed
the bag. He retrieved his aluminum box, then locked his car. Frank was already
in the passenger seat of the box van when Shaw opened the door. He climbed into
the driver’s seat.
“I’ll need to go to the office first to pick up an overnight
bag. You wait in here until I return. We need the engine kept running for the
refrigerator. I don’t want anyone driving off with Maria. Then I’ll drop you
off at your vehicle.”
“No problem.”
Shaw glanced at Frank. He was holding a Hogan’s butcher plastic
bag on his knees. There was no need to guess what was inside. He could have
bought the meat. It could have been part of the package for cancelling the
speeding ticket fine. Frank was right. Shaw thought it would be better if he
gave Jim the warrants in future.
On the drive over to the office neither of them exchanged
words. Shaw ran up the stairs to his apartment, grabbed his overnight bag, then
stuffed it with a change of clothes and his toiletries. Shaw arrived back at
the van, opened the door, and stashed the bag behind his seat with the aluminum
case.
“Listen, Frank. You frequent Ed’s bar. What type of pet does
Grimes have that he calls Vinnie?”
“Vinnie is one of his American Pit Bulls. He keeps in the
back yard for security. His liquor store is out back.”
“I need you to wait a while longer. I need to walk over to see
Grimes. Shouldn’t be long.”
Shaw walked to the end of his street, turned right, then
walked along the main street until he arrived at Ed’s bar. He paused, took a
deep breath and entered. The smell of stale beer hit him as he walked over to
the bar. The conversation and clinking of glasses had stopped as soon as his
foot had stepped over the threshold. All eyes had turned in his direction. No
wonder really, when he thought the only time he ever entered there, was to haul
fighting drunks off for a night in the cells.
“Have you come to tell us what killed Maria?” asked Grimes,
as Shaw hutched his butt on a stool at the bar, then rested his hands on the
counter.”
“No, just come to fill you in on progress. We don’t know yet
until we get the autopsy report. Someone from the forensic department is coming
up here from LA tomorrow. After that, we should know more when we get all
will come apart from her body when we put her in the bag.”
“Leave it with me, I’ve an idea.”
Frank walked through to the holding room. Shaw heard a crack,
and shortly after, Frank returned carrying a wooden shelf.
“I’ll place this at her side,” Frank said. “You lift her
head, and I’ll lift her shoulders, then I’ll tap the plank under her with my
foot. If I lift her buttocks, we can slide the rest of the plank under her.”
No more words were exchanged as they worked in tandem until
Maria was in the bag and zipped. Shaw was still on his haunches, his head in
his hands at the ordeal. He felt a tap on his shoulder.
“Come on, Brett, one final effort to the van and we’re done.”
Working their way to the burger van, and with one final
struggle to lower her body into the refrigerator, Shaw wondered how the hell
the coroner’s guys could sleep at night.
“I feel like we should say some words for Maria,” Frank
said.
“Go ahead.”
Frank took off his hat, holding it at his front with both
hands, and closed his eyes. Shaw followed him, and closed his eyes. Frank
cleared his throat.
“We’re sorry for having to manhandle you, Maria. Rest
assured we’ll find whoever or whatever took your life, for the peace and mind
of your relatives. You’re in a better place now, and if the Lord has animals up
there in heaven, I’m sure he’ll be mighty pleased of your help in looking after
them. God bless you. Amen.”
“Amen to that,” said Shaw.
They climbed out of the back of the van, and Frank closed
the doors. Shaw shrugged out of his protective clothing, stashing them in one
of the garbage bags that Frank had removed. Shaw opened his trunk and stowed
the bag. He retrieved his aluminum box, then locked his car. Frank was already
in the passenger seat of the box van when Shaw opened the door. He climbed into
the driver’s seat.
“I’ll need to go to the office first to pick up an overnight
bag. You wait in here until I return. We need the engine kept running for the
refrigerator. I don’t want anyone driving off with Maria. Then I’ll drop you
off at your vehicle.”
“No problem.”
Shaw glanced at Frank. He was holding a Hogan’s butcher plastic
bag on his knees. There was no need to guess what was inside. He could have
bought the meat. It could have been part of the package for cancelling the
speeding ticket fine. Frank was right. Shaw thought it would be better if he
gave Jim the warrants in future.
On the drive over to the office neither of them exchanged
words. Shaw ran up the stairs to his apartment, grabbed his overnight bag, then
stuffed it with a change of clothes and his toiletries. Shaw arrived back at
the van, opened the door, and stashed the bag behind his seat with the aluminum
case.
“Listen, Frank. You frequent Ed’s bar. What type of pet does
Grimes have that he calls Vinnie?”
“Vinnie is one of his American Pit Bulls. He keeps in the
back yard for security. His liquor store is out back.”
“I need you to wait a while longer. I need to walk over to see
Grimes. Shouldn’t be long.”
Shaw walked to the end of his street, turned right, then
walked along the main street until he arrived at Ed’s bar. He paused, took a
deep breath and entered. The smell of stale beer hit him as he walked over to
the bar. The conversation and clinking of glasses had stopped as soon as his
foot had stepped over the threshold. All eyes had turned in his direction. No
wonder really, when he thought the only time he ever entered there, was to haul
fighting drunks off for a night in the cells.
“Have you come to tell us what killed Maria?” asked Grimes,
as Shaw hutched his butt on a stool at the bar, then rested his hands on the
counter.”
“No, just come to fill you in on progress. We don’t know yet
until we get the autopsy report. Someone from the forensic department is coming
up here from LA tomorrow. After that, we should know more when we get all
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