“I love a collector,” Alex offered, “saidNO ONEever,” he added.
She laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Oh, that was accurate.
“Yeah, well, tell me about it. The local CSIs were given permission to go in and take photos by our ME. They are the only ones in the room. We don’t want to mess with Chris’ forensics.”
He pointed one thing out.
“I’m not the one who gets punchy when your evidence is messed with,” he stated. “You’re the one everyone is afraid of at that point. You know how you are when you’re called to the stand, and evidence is thrown out on the case,” Chris admitted.
She was aware.
And as they should be.
There was nothing fun about going to court and playing defense lawyer tango.
And that sucked.
BALLS.
“Well, I don’t think it’s so much to ask for people to not barehand evidence, or to tie their hair back so we don’t analyze our own DNA. I’m crazy like that.”
Chris laughed.
“Ben is still apologizing for that. Lucky for us, the killer was blonde, and he’s got bottle black hair dye on board. It saved us some work.”
Yes, that did work to their advantage.
Only, it was getting exhausting. What was next? Mandatory hair nets for everyone?
It was why she wore her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She’d learned that lesson on day one.
Her techs?
Not quite yet.
She just rolled her eyes.
“Anyway, they are photographing, and we’ll get the first look. The two detectives, a Detective Quinley and Yardley, will be on scene waiting for us.”
Callen clued them in.
“Both have good records,” he said. “I ran them since Elizabeth is suspicious of everyone.”
She laughed.
Yeah, she was the crazy one on that.
“Uh, because we’ve been bitten in the ass more than I like to admit,” she said.
That wasn’t exactly an exaggeration.
Now, was it?
