Likely Story
"So, let me get this straight," Gibbs said, scratching his chin and staring down the young dockworker across the table from him. "You opened the container from Halifax, found a guy in a pool of blood, and you didn't do anything about it?"
"I was freaked out, man. The smell was something else. It was just ugly. I didn't wanna stick around for that. I figured someone else would find him soon enough."
"And sure enough, when you went back, he was gone? Likely story, son. Likely story."
"He was! I swear it! But I saw ol' Ernie hangin' around the yards. Maybe he knows something. 'Course, he's a few stories short of a high-rise, if ya know what I mean."
"No, actually, I don't," Gibbs said, levelling a withering glare at him. "I'm done with you."
Gibbs got up, and walked out of the room.
"Tony, McGee. Go track down that homeless guy. I want to know why he moved the body."