Gomez and Bartolome arrived at the scene in civilian attire, not to stir a commotion in the area. They brought some evidence bags with them in case they find anything useful.
“Did you tell Perez?” Manolo asked. Natalie was seated on the chair, staring blankly at nowhere, shaking in fear for Trisha’s safety.
“No. he wasn’t even in the office,” Gomez said, pulling out the evidence bag from his rucksack. “Where do we begin?”
“And why don’t you want Perez to know? He’s in charge of the team,” Bartolome asked while rubbing a few grown stubbles on his chin.
“It’s complicated. For now, let’s do what we can to find Trisha,” Natalie said, getting on her feet, putting on her gloves, and grabbing Trisha’s phone first.
“Trisha? Do you mean the former forensic pathologist? She lives here?”
Natali
