Oh my gosh. I didn't realize two months had gone by. I will update faster now that I am putting all of these on my computer, of which is finally fixed. So...here we go.
JORDAN JORDAN WOODY WOODY JORDAN WOODY...JORDROW!
"They're her kids" he said to her, pointing toward April's body.
"They look like her... Except..." she paused, not knowing if she should say anything.
"Except what?" Woody asked, confused.
Jordan shook her head. 'Nah, they're not Woody's eyes...They're just not April Bennington's eyes' she thought.
"Except their eyes." Jordan finished.
"Their eyes, eh?" he replied, shifting his face away.
Moments passed; moments filled with 'Ahhh's' and 'Hmmm's' and raising the vic's neck or forearms.
Finally Jordan spoke, "Levitity is set. There's hemorrhaging around her nose and eyes. Arms too. ...Are you ok?" Woody nodded. "She's got red dust in her hair and under her fingernails." She held up the left hand of the deceased, turning it around in her latex covered hand.
Jordan pointer out multiple bruises, scratches, and so on, when Woody stopped her. "Wait, wait, wait. Hey, Jor, what is that?" he pointed.
The palm of the deceased's hand was red and white. Inside was a small gold chain, ripped in half seemingly missing a charm.
"It's a chain, Woody." she stated, relieving it from the hand. The chain left an impression, and, in some spots, even bleeding and bruising.
"No, not that. That." he pointed to her palm, a black smudge on it.
"Writing?" Jordan asked.
"Looks so. Can you read it?" he replied.
"Um, yeah. Kinda. 'C-42-16-13 L-7024'"
"What is that?"
"I don't know."
After a few moments Jordan spoke again. "Why're those kid here?"
"Kalleigh and Mikaela? Oh, they're Bennington's kids. April's kids."
"They look.. like you." she slipped. 'Maybe I'm just looking too hard'
"What? Me?" Woody was taken aback.
"Damn." she mumbled. "Why'd you call her 'April?'" she questioned.
"April. That's her name. Isn't it?" Woody asked.
"Yeah, but, well, you don't call her by her first name. You just don't. It ends up getting personal."
"Personal?" he shook his head. "Ok then, Doctor, are you almost done?" Woody asked, mentally cursing at himself for saying the twins' names.
"Yes. I just need to get the body into the van."
"Page me when you get more information" he said.
Jordan readied the body for transport, zipping the long black bag up tightly. She gathered the boxes of swabs, some containing saliva, some blood. The assistant coroners pulled the gurney out the door while Jordan stayed behind.
"They're relatives of you, aren't they?" she asked (lightly). The resemblance between the three was uncanny. Their build was similar, their eyes, even Mikaela's brown hair looked similar.
"Do your job" he said, pointing to the badge on her belt loop.
"I'm expecting an answer." and she left.
She exited, stopping at the older woman in the top left corner of the driveway.
"Ma'am, may I help you?" the woman asked bitterly.
"Yes, Mrs. umm"
"Dolly Parker"
"Dolly Parker, I need something from these girls...regarding the investigation. I need their spit."
"Swap spit? I don't think s-'
"No, no, no. Mrs. Parker, I need their DNA."
"Why?" Dolly, the social worker asked.
Dolly's face revealed nothing but Jordan could tell that she was no poker player.
"Investigation" Jordan said, pulling out two swabs. "Open your mouth please" Jordan told the girl on the left, the blonde one.
"Are you Kalleigh or Mikaela?"
"Kalleigh" she spoke through tears.
The swab was placed in her mouth, cheek swabbed, and pulled out.
"Good, now it's your turn Mikaela" Jordan said. "You know, I lost my mother when I was younger than you. Would you maybe like to go to the lab to run a few tests? My friends would love you." Jordan asked, uncharacteristically.
They sniffed in unison, stuffed their hands in their jeans' pockets, and shivered.
"I guess" Kalleigh nodded.
"Mrs. Parker, is that ok?"
"No. Not right now. Maybe later."
"Aw, come on" Jordan pleaded.
"Are you insane?" the older woman asked.
"That's beside the point, lady. 3:25. They'll be there." Jordan mused.
"3:45"
"Fine." Jordan mumbled.
"Dr. Cavanaugh, the body is ready for transport." one of the Assistant Coroners called.
"Ok, Max. I'm coming." and she left.
"Thank God." Dolly muttered.