Well, if he wanted to watch, all he had to do was ask.
As they reached the morgue, Corbin held up his badge, and introduced himself to the doctor on duty.
“I’m Detective Corbin Price, and this is my associate Will Barker. I believe your homicide captain called down,” he said.
She nodded.
“Yes, he did. I’m Doctor Nayeliz Ortiz. Welcome to my morgue,” she said. “I hear you need some reports. I can give you them,” she offered as her morgue assistant was not far from her, cleaning up.
Corbin was glad the call had been made.
When a tray was dropped not far away, Corbin jumped, caught off guard.
He was still twitchy when it came to certain things. Loud sounds were one of them.
The doctor apologized.
“I’m sorry,” she offered. “This is Lance Ruiz, and he’s my head lab assistant. Apparently, he wants to check our reflexes,” she admitted, laughing.
The man nodded and picked up the kit he’d accidentally dropped on the floor.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Butter fingers.”
He didn’t mind.
Honestly, Corbin liked how everyone here was friendly.
“Thank you, Doc. No need to apologize. Cops get twitchy,” he admitted. “How about we get those reports and get out of your hair?” he suggested.
She smiled at him, as she set her hair free, letting it drop around her shoulders.
It was clear to Corbin that she was still in her personal protection gear, so that meant she’d likely been working on an autopsy.
Well, he was grateful the body was put away. He’d be fine, but Will, not so much. He didn’t hang out in morgues as a lawyer.
Stripping out of her paper gown and tossing it in a bio bin, she walked toward her office, having them follow her. When she got there, she sat behind the big, mahogany desk, and turned her monitor around.
It was clear she was ready for them.
“Captain Marrero said that the FBI is taking over the cases. It’s crazy since I feel like it’s going back and forth between the two departments.”
Yeah, he could see why she felt that.
“There were extenuating circumstances that made that happen,” Corbin said, giving her nothing else.
The woman seemed to accept that.
“I did the original autopsy on Jaden Mendin. He was found on the beach, and was a mess.”
She flipped through the photos.
When she tapped the screen with her long, black nail, Corbin was curious how she did an autopsy with her claws. It was crazy.
But to each their own.
“The markings look ritualistic, as I noted in my report that went to the detective. As for everything else, I foundLOTSof BFT,” she said. “Do you need me to explain that?”
He shook his head.
