“Same.”
Elizabeth just shook her head as Tora hopped down.
“I don’t know what you’ve heard about me, but clearly, it’s all wrong. I have to work on my street cred again. You’re a littletoo comfortable with my body armor. I like to save that until the second date.”
Tora was amused.
“We heard you don’t like cops helping you, so we just assumed we were out. I don’t know if our boss is going to let us. He’s…difficult.”
Oh, well, she did difficult for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. She liked her difficult with a side of‘make my day’. Her difficult tended to run home crying to mommy.
She’d handle him.
Maybe she was getting softer in her old age, but Gene and Ethan were happy to see Tora again, and she liked the cops already.
They were decent.
“Okay, show us the place.”
They headed into the building, ducking under the police tape, and just like the Feds, both detectives had their gloves out and on before they were five feet in the door.
They also had shoe coverings on.
Wow.
This was like walking into a parallel dimension. She liked it a lot, but it was crazy she’d finally found detectives who understood the importance of forensics as they did their jobs.
This.
Was.
Wild.
Elizabeth waited for the cops to make the introductions, and she didn’t have to wait long.
“This is our doctor,” Tora said. “Doctor Alexi Redmond, this is the FBI.”
He stood.
He’d been talking to Chris, and he pulled his glove off to shake her hand.
“Director Blackhawk, your reputation proceeds you. Thank you for coming here and helping. We’ve kept the scene intact for you.”
Elizabeth went there.
“Thanks. What’s the COD and TOD on the dead dude?” she asked.
The man paused.
But he recovered quickly.
“TOD is seven last night. I can’t give you COD until I open him up. That would be irresponsible of me to guess. We don’t guess as MEs.”
Chris actually giggled.
And giggled.
And giggled.
