Bridge Over Troubled Waters
Team: Lexical Literati
Santa Monica Morgue: Monday, May 7
Dr. Aisling Dougherty unzipped the black plastic body bag and grabbed the tag affixed to a swollen toe. Great. She rubbed greenish slime from the tag. The sludge covered the corpse, especially thick on his beard and between the toes.
“Hello, Mister...Marley Graham. I’d say I’m pleased to make your acquaintance, but our relationship will be short and not very sweet, I’m afraid.”
Dougherty switched on her voice recorder, dropped it into her breast pocket, and read the paperwork.
“Marley Graham, male, aged 32. Five feet, eleven inches....” Dougherty glanced at the digital readout. “Two hundred fifteen pounds on the scale, but judging from the bloat still left in Mister Graham from his time in the water
