Paint by Numbers - Part Two
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Gil and Cath arrived at the lab and they both headed to Gil's office. She sat down on his couch, watching him rummage through a folder full of single-sheet newspapers. She walked up to him and peered over his shoulder. "Gil, that's morbid." She made a face.
"What?" He asked casually.
"You keep the obituary sections? . . . it's creepy."
He gave her a sheepish smile. "Harrison said that he saw Cassidy two days ago, right?" His eyes scanned the paper he held.
"Yeah." Catherine said, a little distracted while leafing through some pages dating back to seven years ago. She raised her eyebrow. "Why?"
Gil held up the paper smugly. "Well, it must have been some conversation considering her obituary was printed in the paper dating four days ago."
Catherine grinned at him, snatching the paper from his hands. "Wow, so your macabre hobby came in handy." She teased.
"In the field of observations, my dear, chance favours only the prepared minds." He stated sagely.
Catherine looked at him and they held each other's gaze in a comfortable silence. ". . . shut up." She smiled, jabbing him in the side with her elbow. She exited his office. "Come on, we have a body to inspect."
He let his eyes trail over her retreating form. «*Another* body to inspect.»
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Gil finished tying the ties of his scrubs behind his back. He looked at the now bare body of Cassidy Jung, turpentine once again filling the air. He noticed some blue discolourations all over her body. "Doc, you couldn't get all the paint off?" He pointed.
Al Robbins moved towards the operating table. "Those are bruises."
Gil's eyes went wide and he bent down, getting a closer look. "But her body is riddled with them." He lifted his head, wondering if Al's analysis was really true.
Al shrugged. "They're fairly recent, I can tell you that, but as to why they are there, I don't know." He put a sheet against the white light. "What I can tell you is what killed her."
"The bruises, the paint in her system?" Catherine offered.
"Spine was snapped." Al offered plainly.
Catherine looked down at the victim and closed her eyes. "God."
"There was some trauma to the head as well," he pointed to the X-Ray of the skull, "but I don't know if that is relevant to her death."
"Were all the bruises at the same time?" Catherine asked.
Al shook his head. "There are quite a few that are of a slightly different shade, so I'm assuming that they were probably separated between a day or so."
"Time of death?"
Al looked at Gil. "I'd say a little more than twenty-four. The yellow paint that was purged out of her system is still fresh, I'd say give or take three hours."
Catherine and Gil shared a look. "Let's set up an interview with good ol' Harrison." Catherine began to take her scrubs off.
"I'll bring my portfolio." Gil remarked lamely.
—TBC—
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Gil and Cath arrived at the lab and they both headed to Gil's office. She sat down on his couch, watching him rummage through a folder full of single-sheet newspapers. She walked up to him and peered over his shoulder. "Gil, that's morbid." She made a face.
"What?" He asked casually.
"You keep the obituary sections? . . . it's creepy."
He gave her a sheepish smile. "Harrison said that he saw Cassidy two days ago, right?" His eyes scanned the paper he held.
"Yeah." Catherine said, a little distracted while leafing through some pages dating back to seven years ago. She raised her eyebrow. "Why?"
Gil held up the paper smugly. "Well, it must have been some conversation considering her obituary was printed in the paper dating four days ago."
Catherine grinned at him, snatching the paper from his hands. "Wow, so your macabre hobby came in handy." She teased.
"In the field of observations, my dear, chance favours only the prepared minds." He stated sagely.
Catherine looked at him and they held each other's gaze in a comfortable silence. ". . . shut up." She smiled, jabbing him in the side with her elbow. She exited his office. "Come on, we have a body to inspect."
He let his eyes trail over her retreating form. «*Another* body to inspect.»
***
Gil finished tying the ties of his scrubs behind his back. He looked at the now bare body of Cassidy Jung, turpentine once again filling the air. He noticed some blue discolourations all over her body. "Doc, you couldn't get all the paint off?" He pointed.
Al Robbins moved towards the operating table. "Those are bruises."
Gil's eyes went wide and he bent down, getting a closer look. "But her body is riddled with them." He lifted his head, wondering if Al's analysis was really true.
Al shrugged. "They're fairly recent, I can tell you that, but as to why they are there, I don't know." He put a sheet against the white light. "What I can tell you is what killed her."
"The bruises, the paint in her system?" Catherine offered.
"Spine was snapped." Al offered plainly.
Catherine looked down at the victim and closed her eyes. "God."
"There was some trauma to the head as well," he pointed to the X-Ray of the skull, "but I don't know if that is relevant to her death."
"Were all the bruises at the same time?" Catherine asked.
Al shook his head. "There are quite a few that are of a slightly different shade, so I'm assuming that they were probably separated between a day or so."
"Time of death?"
Al looked at Gil. "I'd say a little more than twenty-four. The yellow paint that was purged out of her system is still fresh, I'd say give or take three hours."
Catherine and Gil shared a look. "Let's set up an interview with good ol' Harrison." Catherine began to take her scrubs off.
"I'll bring my portfolio." Gil remarked lamely.
—TBC—