He was doing the liver probe as they spoke, and the math that went along with it. Instead of saying anything, he just kept calculating.
Before he was finished, her partner, Mac, made an appearance. In his hand was a tray with three coffees in it, and that told her all she needed to know.
Bless him.
She could use some coffee.
They’d both been up late last night.
“Hey, am I late?” he asked, grinning at her like it was their private joke.
She laughed.
If she had a dollar for every single time he was late, she’d be a wealthy, wealthy woman.
“Mac, you’re always late.”
He shrugged before handing her a coffee, as he left the ME’s in the tray next to his medical kit.
“Yes, but I bring presents. Who else is gonna keep you caffeinated, Tora? That’s better than anything, and you know it. You’re feisty when you’re not drinking a coffee.”
He had a very valid point.
She was.
Because the ME was focused on something, she kept talking, bantering with her partner.
“Late night for you, too?” she asked as the ME was still working on TOD.
He grinned at her.
Oh, she knew he had a late one.
They both did.
“You know it. I was out with a hot date.”
She snorted.
Yeah, she wasn’t going there. There was a time and a place, and this wasNOTthe place. Work was work, and play—that was for after hours in a personal life.
Pointing at the victim, he went there.
“What did I miss?” he asked.
Alexi caught him up to date after Tora fed him the last piece of granola bar.
He chewed and shared.
“Stab wound to the heart area of the chest, he was likely homeless and a vet, but I want dentals to make sure—or medical records to confirm. Congrats. You’re caught up. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, didn’t we just do this two months ago?”
Yeah, they had.
Mac sighed.
As a vet himself, before he became a cop, he knew that more veterans were homeless than should be.
“That sucks. Do we have his name?” he asked, not sure how they knew he was a vet.
