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Chapter 2: Worried"Nigel, has Jordan checked in yet?" Garret stood at the doorway looking at Nigel who was busy doing something with the computer.
"Haven't seen her" Nigel replied, swiveling around in his chair to face Garret "Maybe she's got better things to do?" He suggested, eyes shining.
Garret looked confused for a second before he realized what Nigel meant, "Woody didn't leave with you guys?"
Nigel shook his head "Nup"
"Hmm" Garret said to himself, a slight smile on his face.
"Looked like they were getting pretty cozy, too" Nigel said.
"Well as much as I would like for them to cease their dancing around the issue, we need Jordan here. I've just gotten a call that we're getting 3 more bodies in- all suspicious circumstances from different crime scenes but identical injuries and apparent COD"
"Sounds interesting. When do they arrive?"
"When does who arrive?" Bug, wearing dark glasses, entered the room. He put an aspirin into his mouth and took a sip from the glass of water he held.
"3 homicide victims" Nigel answered.
"Should be here in fifteen minutes, give or take" Garret said.
"Great" Bug said, less than enthused. His head hurt like it had been slammed repeatedly into a brick wall. The fluorescent lights shining all morning hadn't helped his hangover either.
"It's they way it is working in a morgue" Garret said dryly.
"Remind me again why we do what we do?" Bug said, cringing slightly at the sound of Nigel tapping on the keyboard.
"Because we want justice for the dead" Nigel said happily.
"Oh right. That" Bug rolled his eyes. "So where's Jordan? We'll need her when the bodies come in"
"I'm about to call her. See where she is" Garret replied.
"Five bucks says she's 'busy'" Nigel said with a wink.
The other two just rolled their eyes at him.
"What?" Nigel said. "Like you're not both thinking the same thing"
"Whatever she's doing she needs to be here" Garret said. With that, Garret left the room and went to his office.
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"Jordan, it's Garret. You were supposed to be here twenty minutes ago" Garret spoke to Jordan's cell message service. "We've got a suspected triple homicide coming in. If you check in now I wont fire you" He hung up and sighed.
"Dr Macy?" Garret jumped slightly.
"Lily. What's up?"
"That triple homicide coming in? Has just turned into a quadruple" Lily informed him.
"Wonderful. That's just wonderful"
"Jordan hasn't turned up yet?"
Garret shook his head.
"Her and Woody were getting pretty comfy last night…" Lily said.
"I'm happy for them. Really. But I need my best ME on the job. Now" Garret sounded a lot grouchier than he felt. But he had to keep the authority going.
"She'll be here" Lily said. "Do you want a coffee before the bodies get here?"
"Yeah. That'd be nice, thanks Lily"
"No worries. Maybe call her at home?" Lily left the office and Garret sat back in his chair, resting his hands behind his head for a second or two before lifting his phone off it's cradle again.
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"Jordan's apartment, Woody speaking" Woody answered the ringing phone after debating with himself about it for almost a minute.
"Woody?" Garret was silent for a second, surprised at hearing Woody's voice on Jordan's phone. "It's Garret. Is Jordan there?"
"Dr Macy? Ok I'm getting a strange sense of de ja vu here…"
"No party this time, Woody. Jordan was supposed to be here almost an hour ago" Garret's tone was serious.
"She left over an hour ago. It's a fifteen-minute drive. She should be there by now" Woody was getting worried.
"So she left? Then why isn't she here?" Garret said, almost to himself.
"I've got a bad feeling about this, Dr Macy" Woody already had his car keys in his hand and was walking towards the door.
"Look, I'm sure it's nothing. It's Jordan she probably got… distracted… or something. Helped a little old lady cross the road" Garret was just as worried as Woody was but was trying not to show it.
"Right. That or she's gone and gotten herself into trouble" Woody replied "I'm leaving Jordan's place now, I'll be at the morgue in 10 minutes"
"Ok. Don't panic, Woody. Drive carefully. She'll probably turn up just as you get here"
"I hope so" Woody said before throwing the phone onto the sofa and exiting the apartment.
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Jordan woke up with a throbbing headache. Her ribcage also ached.
"Ow" she said as she tried to pull herself up onto her feet. She was almost there when she stumbled and fell back onto the cold stone floor. Her leg had given way under her weight. She reached down and rolled her pants leg up carefully. Her ankle was swollen and bruised. It didn't feel broken though, thankfully.
"So where am I?" Jordan said to herself as she looked around the room. There wasn't much there- a few newspapers, a plate of bread and some cheese as well as a small bottle of water. There were 2 small windows, which let some light in though it remained quite dull and took her eyes a little while to adjust.
She managed to hobble over to the food and water and had just taken a sip from the bottle when she saw a note sticking out from under the plate. She opened it.