Gene was hoping they’d knock it out in a matter of days so the vacation would continue.
That was the plan.
It was time to get down to work, and for them, when dealing with homicides, it started with the ME who autopsied the victim.
Since this man only did two of the autopsies, they were curious that when they compared with the city ME, if they’d match up.
MEs sometimes had varying skills and techniques. The FBI hired the best, so they expected Ben Crowley to be the gold standard.
“Hey, Doc,” Gene began. “This is my partner, Special Agent Ethan Blackhawk. He’s the profiler on our team. He just flew in this morning from his vacation,” he offered, covering for them.
Ben held out his hand.
“Agent, it’s a pleasure. Hopefully, you can get back to your vacation sooner rather than later.”
Oh, Ethan hoped so.
“Thank you, Doctor. We appreciate your help on this,” he said, being his normal, polite self.
Gene knew his partner was taking it all in.
So, it was time to start.
“So, Doc, tell me about the body. You know, the COD, TOD, and all the other things that agents are going to harass you about while working a case.”
He laughed.
Well, at least agents were consistent across the board. That he knew how to manage.
“Can do, Agents. Coffee?” he asked, leading them to a space they could work in the tiny morgue.
Some might call it cozy.
But Sasha even had a bigger space than this. Gene was borderline living in sin with the two men—that’s how close they were together.
As for coffee, they both declined since Corbin would be hooking them up when he got to the office.
“Pass. We’ve been caffeinated since we started earlier this morning.”
That worked for him.
So, he got down to business.
“Ask,” Ben said, taking a seat and opening up the file he’d created on this victim for the files.
Gene went there.
“Tell us about the newest victim. Start there, and then, we’ll need your autopsy for Aaron Figueroa,” he stated.
The man lifted a brow.
That clearly caught him off guard.
“We handed over jurisdiction on that one,” he said. “I mean, I have copies of the autopsy, since I did it, but why him? Are you saying that you’re back in possession of handling his death, or just being thorough and asking questions?”
Gene wasn’t shocked he was asking. That body had been passed around like a hooker on shore leave. He just hoped he and Ethan didn’t get the ick from it.
Hot Potato Victim was a shitty game to play in an investigation. Things got dropped.
