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HIS WORST NIGHTMARE.
CHAPTER 4
As Eames stood and watched as Bobby pulled back the cloth, she had
been watching Bobby so hard that she had forgotten to breathe. She
knew if it was Donny that it would devastate him. She prepared herself
for the outcome.
When he first looked he was sure it was Donny, the likeness was
frightening. To his great relief it wasn't his nephew. A wave of relief
swept from his body and for just a moment he swayed on his feet.
He looked up at their Coroner and told her it wasn't Donny Carlsson.
After he examined the corpse he could tell that whoever had done this
did it with a lot of hate and rage. He was confused, although he had
never believed that Nicole was dead, he was baffled that the heart they
found was indeed that of Wallace. He always knew she was heartless,
but to physically live without one was something even Nicole Wallace
was incapable of. Yet the DNA at the scene was that of Wallace.
She was always meticulous in leaving no evidence, and yet now she had broken her own rules. He knew it was her way of saying hello.
He thanked the M.E and then asked if he could go talk to the forensic
expert who had worked the blood samples.
They rode up in the lift to the 8th floor, where the homicide squad
shared the floor with the smaller forensic unit.
Detective Morgan knocked on a door.
"Hi Dex, let me introduce you to the two detectives from Major Case
Squad from New York, they are here to see your dna results on the
perp.
" Detectives Goren and Eames, this is Dexter Morgan who also
happens to be my brother, he is our blood spatter expert. He has all
the details you require on the DNA and can fill you in. If I can be of
further assistance to you my desk is the last on the right.
After Eames had introduced herself I extended my hand to Dexter
Morgan and when I stared at his face, a cold shiver ran through my
entire body. There was something about him that had my entire senses
in a state of alarm. When he smiled, the smile didn't reach his eyes.
They were just two pits of ice staring back at me. He was also
displaying a high degree of anxiety, which he was obviously trying to
hide.
" It's ok Mr. Morgan I don't bite." I said with a grin, in an attempt to
help him to relax. His look of shock puzzled me.
After a hour he had us filled in on all his findings. Now it was crystal
clear that it was indeed Nicole Wallace who killed the John Doe in the
Morgue. We went back to Detective Morgans desk to arrange a time
where we could arrange a Task Force which Eames and I would then
assist.
Once again the hunt for Nicole Wallace was on.
TBC …