"DI Paul Jenson, this is my wife Detective Inspector Claire Jenson. She'll be SIO on this case." A man of significantly short stature – well short in comparison to Jack's towering 6'3 - reached out to shake Jack's blue gloved hand.
Jack held his hand up in a silent apology. He couldn't very well shake someone's hand while wearing the same gloves he'd been using for the last 20 minutes to examine crime scene evidence. He looks to Claire (a lithe brunette woman with a wicked smile) and grins widely. "Wife?"
DI Jenson huffs. "I know she's attractive alright, keep it in your pants mate. You forensics?"
"No, I just like the outfit." Jack doesn't give them time to react to that comment. "Jack Hodgson, head of forensics…and this is my girlfriend Dr Nikki Alexander."
"I'm sorry?" Nikki, who had been kneeling over a recently deceased corpse and not paying attention to them in the slightest, shoots a confused glance in Jack's direction after hearing the word 'girlfriend' swiftly followed by her name, as if demanding an explanation, only to receive a discreet wink from him in return.
"This is DI Jenson and DI Jenson." He grins even wider. "That's gonna get confusing quickly."
Nikki glares at him. He is clearly in one of his 'moods' – which isn't necessarily bad – but It definitely would be impacting upon her morning.
"Just Paul and Claire is fine." Claire rolls her eyes clearly already irritated by the tall Northern Irishman. "ID on the vic?"
"Not that I can find. No personal possessions on the body. Any missing persons reported recently? Body is female…I'd say 25-30 years old." Nikki turns her attention back to the victim.
"We're looking into that." DI Jenson ensures.
"Looks like tracks on her arms." The other DI Jenson declares.
Nikki turns the victims arm over and presses her thumbs into the skin. "Hard to say. You got that from all the way up there?"
That pissed them off.
Jack clicks his tongue and looks around. "Weird place to dump a body don't ya think? Behind the bins in a supermarket car park?"
Nikki hums in soft agreement.
"Probably drug related." DI Jenson seems confident, and well, that of course rubs Jack up the wrong way.
"Oh well we can all go home then, can't we?" He remarks.
"What's your problem Jack?" DI Jenson demands.
"Nothing at all. If you don't mind I've got huge dumpster bins to jump in." And with that Jack flings open a lid of a nearby bin and hops in.
"Peculiar man." Claire remarks to her husband in what she thinks is 'under her breath'.
Unfortunately, detectives are never quite as discreet as they think they are.
Nikki bites her lip. "If only you knew."
