PASS.
As she focused on anything else but what was going down behind her, Chris cut into the eye, and then picked it up.
Then, he sniffed it.
“Jesus, Doc. That’s a little too close to your face,” Gene said. “We kiss that face. Can we not?”
He laughed.
Mostly at the look on Elizabeth’s face when she heard what the man said.
He explained.
“Someone had to smell it. I know one thing,” he said, showing the two detectives, and letting them smell it too.
Weirdly, they wanted to.
That was gross.
PERIOD.
“It’s chemical-y,” Tora said.
Mac agreed.
Chris put the eyeball down, and headed toward Elizabeth and where she was standing. Then, he opened a jar from the shelf and sniffed it.
She was aghast.
“Christopher. Really? Why do I feel like you and Tony switched brains or had a joint lobotomy? We tell the kids not to sniff things, and here you are doing just that!”
That amused him.
The things he had to do in his job were seldom pleasant. No one liked sniffing eyeballs, but if investigators wanted answers, that meant someone had to do the dirty work.
That someone was him.
Oh, and it had been years of dirty work.
As for it being gross…
It was.
Oh, he was well aware of her eyeball aversion, and he completely understood it.
“Yes, it’s necessary because now, I can tell you part of the eyeballs’ journey,” he admitted.
Okay, well, for that, she’d overlook the ick. She was easy like that. For Elizabeth, the bottom line was to get as much information as possible so she could do her job.
“Hit me with it, Doc.”
So, he did.
“Their eyes were part of an embalmed person. The owner of the eyes was dead before they were removed, and I’m talking about dead-dead, because you don’t embalm a living person—not even accidentally,” he admitted.
That hung there.
Why?
