Page 72 of Tasting Fire
Was it possible? Yes. Anything was possible when it came to the human body.
Probable? Not in Emmy’s opinion.
Which meant Emmy’s reason for asking for this meeting was valid. She needed some time to figure out what had happened to Jesse Giddings.
Maybe she was being too cautious. Maybe she was trying to alleviate her own guilt about Jesse’s death.
“Are they planning an autopsy?” Emmy asked.
“The mother is resisting. Says she doesn’t want anyone else to hurt her son.”
Inside, Emmy cringed. Normally, she would balk at that decision based on the way the boy died. She should tell her superiors that they needed to push for the autopsy, but something held her back. “People are emotional after a loved one’s death. If the morgue can hold him for a few days, she might change her mind.”
And give Emmy time to get there and check out his body.
Captain Styles rubbed her eyes and sighed. “Maybe. I guess I don’t have to tell you that the swatting call-out just got a lot more complicated.”
“That’s actually why I’m here. Based on the situation, I think it’s only right that I’m taken off the SWAT team, at least for now.”
“Dr. McKay, we are going to investigate further into the shooting and subsequent death of this boy, but we have no intention of suspending you from the team.”
“I really think it’s for the best.”
“We can’t really afford to be down a medic right now,” the captain protested. “Not with the team just starting to gel. And with no one to lead the TMT—”
“You do have someone,” Emmy stated, her voice steady and sure. “You’ve had him all along. Cash Kingston.”
