“Do you have the autopsy reports?”
“With photos or without?” he asked cynically. “Nothing like looking at waxy, spongy, blistered bodies laid out on a gurney, sporting multiple incisions, among other things.”
“We’ve seen worse,” I stated flatly.
He scanned my face and pointed at his laptop.
Rey and I all but sailed across the room. We scanned report details that described the internal examination, body cavities, and weights of organs. Ald chatted with Linda about the amount of pressure it took to collapse an artery versus a vein.
Rey looked up and asked blandly, “Are you trying to impress us with your forensic knowledge?”
He offered a Cousin Reynalda response: a strident raspberry.
“Why don’t you two just kiss and make up?” Linda asked tartly as she ambled over.
I turned back to th
