Alex wipes the sweat from her brow as the coroner finishes up on the autopsy of George Dello. It's been a long six hours and she is tired and hungry. Lucky for her, this coroner, Dr. Lamprey, knew what she was doing and autopsied all three apparent heart attack victims and found that all three did have high cholesterol levels resulting in obvious cardiac damage. The tox screens will take a couple of days to process and the feeling of frustration sets in as she realizes that she won't have the answers until after the reunion is well over. She pulls off her gloves and tosses them into a waste basket as Bobby walks in with a rolled up newspaper in his hand. The coroner had already excused herself.
"Well? What did you find out?" Bobby inquires.
"Not much. It's Saturday, Bobby, and this place is literally like a morgue. There isn't any way we are going to get any tox screen results until at least Tuesday." Alex rubs her tired eyes and leans, heavily, against a nearby gurney. She still had yet to figure out why Bobby had insisted that she stay and observe the autopsy. Watching an autopsy may have been at the top of her partners to do list but it didn't make it anywhere near hers. Her only comfort had been the fact that she would get him back later, when he least expected it.
Bobby raises an eyebrow. "Tuesday? We'll be home by then and so will the killer, and that could be anywhere in the country." He slams the rolled newspaper against the top edge of the nearest gurney.
Alex jumps since it the gurney she was leaning against, that he had hit. "I know your disappointed, Bobby, I am too, but there's nothing we can do." She touches his arm, in a gesture of comfort.
"Unless we can catch the killer before he or she kills again." Bobby says. If he noticed the comforting gesture, he didn't show it.
"They may have already chosen their next victim. There are about two hundred of your classmates here with spouses, significant others or partners. Whose to say who the next victim will be? We can't watch everyone all of the time, Bobby. Unless you want to bring your theory to Captain Leeward so he can put some security in place, but that may cause a round of panic and the whole reunion may be ruined if people start to leave." Alex says, logically.
"No, I don't want to do that. Lets not go that far yet, Eames. I think the best thing to do is to wait until Haynes can come up with some leads. Let me call the hotel and see if any messages have been left." Bobby glances at his watch before pulling out his cell phone; he had retrieved it from their borrowed explorer while his partner observed the autopsy.
"Bobby, could we get some lunch? I mean it is after two." Alex asks, tiredly.
"Sure, I guess I could do that." Bobby murmurs, absentmindly, while dialing the hotel's number. "I'm surprised that you even have an appetite after what you watched." He turns his attention back to the phone in his hand. "Yes, this is Robert Goren. I'm rooming in the Penthouse and I wanted to check in to see if any messages had been left for me. No? Okay, thanks I'll check back in a couple hours." Bobby hangs up the phone. "He hasn't called yet."
Alex shrugs. "Maybe he's having a hard time coming up with any leads. You didn't give him a lot to go on."
"I don't know but tonight is the ball and if we don't get any concrete evidence by tonight I'm afraid that this case may just slip through the cracks. However, seeing that we do have a couple of hours to kill before we have to be back to the hotel to get dressed for tonight I'm going to take you out to lunch and show you around Amherst like I promised." Bobby can't help but smile.
"Lunch better be good, Bobby. I just watched as three bodies were sliced and diced and I'm ready to start taking hostages if I don't get something to eat soon." Alex gives him her trademark smile.
"Alex turning violent, hmm this could be interesting." Says Bobby with a wink. After washing her hands, Bobby helps her into her coat and they leave the medical examiner's office.