Blind I
Dictator of the Lab
I smelled it first. Strangely sweet, yet the sheer strength of it made me gag. It reeked of automobile exhaust, but also decomposing matter. I took a moment to prepare myself before advancing.
"No chance we'll be selling that Ford," and unfamiliar voice commented about 115 degrees to my right. I turned around and raked my cane side to side. After approximately ten feet I stopped when my cane caught on a wall.
"Who in their right mind brings a blind girl to a crime scene?" Obvious surprise.
"I do," a voice I recognized. It belonged to my partner from the FBI, Paris Stauer. I heard footsteps to my left.
"Cori, the victim is male, about 5 days since he breathed his last breath. My guess? Carbon monoxide poisoning."
"Evidence of suicide?" I had leaned against the building, listening to Paris relay the crime scene to me.
"I'm not going to conclude that yet. Appears so, except that this guy," He snapped his fingers in the general direction of the other voice, "says 'those ain't Manny's keys'."
"Is 'Manny' the victim?"
"I dunno, lets ask him."
"Y-yeah, th-that's Manny, but, those are-not-my-keys."
"Who all had access to those keys."
"Everyone, man, those are the test drive keys." I heard Paris exhale. There was a long silence before the other voice broke it.
"You never told me who the deaf chick is."
"She's BLIND, not deaf. She is not a 'chick'. So, will you please apologize to Miss Corbin LaVey?"
"Sorry, man."
"Woman," I corrected before gesturing to Paris to bring the man into questioning.
-D. I.—
"Time magazine: 'Marvels of Modern Forensics: Detective LaVey':
Corbin LaVey was born blind, but somehow she manages to solve a murder every once in a while with the FBI. Her blindness has heightened her other senses. Not only does she have the nose of a highly trained Cadaver Dog, the hearing of a bat, and the gentle, sensitive touch of a butterfly, but an IQ that is off the charts…"