He's in his office, catching up on paperwork when the call comes in. The governor would like him to know that Homeland Security is sending an agent to review his latest autopsy report at 11:30 sharp.
So he goes to his lab, checks the body, and reviews his notes. An extra level of preparedness never hurt. The means of this body's demise was relatively regular: a GSW to the back of the head, execution style, with no prints or DNA leading to the killer.
The clock hands move, and just as the chime goes, signaling the half hour, a knock resounds through his workplace.
The agent sent is a woman, approximately early to mid thirties, with bright auburn hair. Something about her eyes makes the agent look eerily familiar, but he brushes it off.
"Doctor Max Bergman, ME. The body's right over here, I'll get started. Homeland Security is notorious for keeping its agents on strict itineraries." His introduction ends with a slight attempt at humor, and a swift handshake.
He runs through the notes quickly, uncovering the body, pointing out key evidence. The doctor also gives her the slug, a 9 millimeter bullet with no identifiable markings. The agent looked at him curiously the entire time he ran through his report, which grew to be quite unsettling.
He led her to the door, stopping just before opening it. "My apologies, I never seemed to get your name? I tend to keep records of such things."
In one quick, fluid motion, the agent's hair is blonde, not red, and familiarity etches the doctor's face.
"Lori?"
"I promised to visit."
"I began to think you wouldn't."