Because if the person was embalmed, this lunatic might not have been killing anyone.
This collector could just be taking things from someone who had passed away.
That meant that this might not be her circus, and not her clowns. She dealt with serial killers, and the shit they did, not grave robbery.
That was theft, and body snatching parts wasn’t her game.
But it brought up one question.
Where did they get the bodies? If anything, she was a curious, curious cat, and now, she wanted to know.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
That was all he had to hear.
Chris didn’t take it personally. He knew his wife needed to make sure so that she could effectively work this case. A second opinion was always warranted when your life was on the line as you chased a killer.
Her surprise was noted.
And understood.
It was rare they had a case where a killer was not taking out the victims. He wasn’t sure if she was going to keep working it, or not. That was yet to be seen.
To get her a second opinion, Chris stuck his head out of the room, and got Alexi’s attention downstairs by calling his name.
“Can I see you a second?” he asked, wanting his help, and to test him.
He’d kill two birds with one stone.
The man headed his way.
“There’s an eyeball on the tray. Can you tell me something about it to help Elizabeth with the investigation?” he asked, setting the scene to see if he was as good as he hoped he was.
Their morgue was a learning morgue, along with being the best in the FBI. If he wanted to hire someone, they needed to be up to speed.
And that wasn’t easy since Elizabeth’s speed was maximum throttle while on a case.
Alexi headed over, and pulled on fresh gloves. Then, he picked up the opened eye, and held it in his fingers. It was when he sniffed it that Chris smiled.
Yeah, he was a well-trained ME.
All of the best ones weren’t afraid to get up in an eyeball’s business—nose first.
At his grin, Elizabeth elbowed him.
“You look like a lunatic,” she said, amused. “Next, you’ll be writing him sonnets.”
Oh, Chris was having a damn good day, and he couldn’t wait to get this man back to the morgue and watch him autopsy a dead guy.
That would tell him all he needed to know about him being on their team.
As for Alexi, it didn’t take him long.
“These eyes have a chemical smell, which likely means that there has been an embalming process at some point.”
And there it was.
Chris focused on his wife.
