Page 388 of Chaos has a Name
Oh, it was going to be one of those days. He could already tell. He’d say he was getting too old for this, but that would be a lie.
Chris was all about the chaos. Never let it be said it didn’t have a name.
BLACKHAWK.
“One would question if I’m actually the top forensic ME in the country, or I’m trapped in some loop of comedic nonsense? I came in, and Tony was running the place, Elizabeth. Do you know how ironic and insane that is all at once?”
Elizabeth winked at him.
Oh, she did.
Unfortunately for Chris, Tony was his cross to bear. He worked in the lab, not on the investigative team, and they each had their role.
She had a shit ton of investigators that needed babysitting, and he needed to watch his scientists. It just worked better that way.
“I mean, when you put me in my place by using lots of words, it gets me all giddy, Doc. I’m kinky like that.”
Chris just shook his head.
“Transport is coming. I doNOTneed the dog with it. I’ll just tell the techs that there will be dog saliva. I hope they can handle that. We’re still seeing if this is going to be a disaster too.”
She knew what he meant.
New people meant retraining.
Only, for now, that worked for her. She was going to be in the field most of the day trying to interview people.
As Takoda bagged up the head, she pulled off her gloves and handed him her pen. Then, she showed him how to fill in chain of evidence on the bag.
“I’m going to have a bone whistle to transport. Alert our bone nut,” she said, clueing Chris in.
As soon as it was out of her mouth, Tony wheeled into the frame, bumping into Chris.
“You rang, my liege?” he asked. “Did someone say whistle and bone?”
She rolled her eyes.
“That would be me, Anthony, the one who keeps you employed for some insane reason. Yes, we have another bone whistle. It appears thatThe Hollowlikes them,” she said, showing him.
“Oh, that one is different,” he admitted, and then scrunched up his brow as he was considering something.
“What?” she asked.
He said what he was thinking.
“That particular bone shouldn’t make any sound. The width ofThe Hollowed-out hole is too big.”
She was listening to him.
“Give it a try.”
Was he insane?
That was theLASTthing she planned on doing with some dead person’s bone.
“Anthony, if you think I’m putting my mouth on that bone,” she began.
“That’s what she said,” he offered, grinning.
