When he arrived outside the Forensic Science Building, Victor paused at the entrance to catch his breath, excited at the prospect of what lay ahead.
He was carrying a Big Mac meal; the paper bag was still warm, and the delicious scent of grease mixed with bread slowly wafted out from the opening. In a place that should have smelled only of disinfectant and air conditioning, the aroma stood out strikingly.
After a quick chat with the guard and the exciting confirmation that Dylan was in Morgue No. 3, he eagerly made his way inside, his bag in hand.
The Los Angeles Forensic Division operates under the Police Department's system, but in essence, it functions more like a self-contained, independent kingdom. It's so exciting to know that all physical evidence examination, autopsies, trace an
