Page 13 of Scene of the Crime


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A non-cop could have figured that one out.

The dead woman had all the drugs in her system, so, logically, that meant one thing.

If it walked like an accidental death, and it looked like an accidental death, it wasn’t a fun homicide. Someone had needed a quiet place to shoot up, and she had.

To.

Her.

Death.

Yeah, it was probably wrong to think of it like that, but if anything, Tora liked to keep it real.

She was crazy like that.

Now, unfortunately, she was at the newest crime scene, waiting for her partner to roll up.

Detective Mac Yardley was late, as usual. He was likely picking up some coffee or breakfast for them. He was considerate like that.

He was theONEthing about this job that she did like.

A.

LOT.

Now, she didn’t want to wait for him to arrive any longer. It was best to get this shitshow over with, here and now.

He’d have to meet her on the scene.

Ducking under the tape where a door had once been, Tora headed inside and found the city ME kneeling beside the dead victim.

“Hey, Doctor. I see we meet again,” she said, pulling out her little notebook, and getting ready for anything that he could give her. “Crazy, huh? We should meet in a bookstore next time, where they serve coffee.”

He laughed as he looked up.

“Yeah, this seems to happen a lot. We should do something about it. I know! How about we bring snacks next time? I’m starving,” Doctor Alexi Redmond admitted. “I was just about to have breakfast at work, and didn’t have time.”

Oh, well, never say she wasn’t prepared for long, tedious days where she didn’t get to eat.

That came with the territory.

She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a granola bar. Then, Tora waved it in front of his face.

“I tell you what. You talk about the body, and I’ll break off pieces and feed it to you.”

His stomach grumbled.

That was all she had to hear.

Someone wasn’t going to try and stall with the answers on this one, and she appreciated that.

“Please,” he said. “I’m starving. I’d do anything for food—including letting you do his internal temperature.”

Uh, pass.

She wasn’t sticking a probe into anyone.

That wasn’t the kind of fun she craved.