She found herself not waking until the alarm ran, surprisingly. She showered and dressed and walked out to see a note on the kitchen table from her brother telling her that he'd gone out with Cesar and if she was free call him and they'd do lunch. She grabbed some food and stuck it in her bag, and headed to the office.
She found the mourge to be a flurry of activity. She searched for Garret and found him in the middle of the hall trying to look important as the place hustled around him. "Hey." He said when he saw her.
"Why didn't you call me in?" She asked, moving close to him. He shrugged.
"You said you wanted to sleep." She grinned.
"Thanks." She leaned against him and he wrapped an arm around her. "So, what happened?" She asked innocently staring up at him with hazelnut brown eyes.
"Apparently someone tipped off the cops that the murder weapon was in the dishwasher. And what was missing from the other bodies was in the freezer." He smirked.
"You know you could have been hurt." She grinned.
"I've been through worse, more life threatening situations." She said and she earned herself a glare. "Why Garret, would you happen to be worried about me?" The look on his face said it all, and she backed off. "Relax." She told him, and he did, slightly.
"Your brother sounds very-mean-on the phone. Had me thinking you weren't being honest." She laughed.
"That's what you get for talking to a man who was almost disowned because he wanted to be a longshoreman."
"Really?"
"Really. Mamma and Papa Fejes wanted two smart, professional kids. Instead the wound up with us two. So did we match the knife to the murders?"
"It was just a little difficult, but we did it. That dishwasher was good." Jordan walked into the office where they were and quickly backed up.
"Right, I'll come back later." The woman said, and Garret looked up.
"What do you want?" Garret asked, and the young ME smirked.
"Trace of blood on the knife, definitely confirms it, without a doubt. But our killer posted bail, judge seemed to think that two million was plenty but the guy somehow managed to scrape it together." She frowned. "Cops have an APB on him thought, he already surrendered his passport." Jordan stepped aside to let Woody in.
"Uh, Vicky, you wouldn't happen to have a brother, would you?" She looked up at the detective.
"Yeah, I do. Why?"
"Is his name Aaron?" She didn't like the look on his face. It was a deeply troubled look.
"It is, what's wrong?"
"He's alright, but-" She rolled her eyes.
"That's never a good thing. Last time I heard that my nephew was in the hospital getting four pins in his ankle." Woody looked at her with concern in his eyes.
"He came a little close to being victim number four."