Sarah walked into the coroner’s room with an
exasperated look set into her features.
The detective looked somewhat disheveled, stark contrast to her normal
clean cut appearance as she stepped a few feet into the sterile lit autopsy
room.
“Head and shoulders,” Sarah heard as she moved closer
to the medical examiner, Vicky Po. The
brunette detective paused at hearing the comment and stared for a brief moment
at the back of Vicky’s head, tentatively waiting for some other comment to help
discern the meaning of what she had just heard.
After what felt like and a long awkward moment had passed, Sarah gave a
somewhat befuddled look to Vicky’s back
“Knees and toes?” Sarah responded after what felt
like and a long awkward moment had passed.
Vicky turned around, her lab coat presenting a small but defined coffee
stain on the upper right hand corner of her garb, showing up against the
fabrics sheer brightness.
“What was that?” the medical examiner asked, a feint
look barley tracing across her face reminiscent of a rabbit caught in a pair of
headlights. Sarah cocked her head
slightly as she look her friend over.
“You feelin’ alright Vic?”
Sarah asked in a curios tone.
“Yeah,” Vicky said in a little laugh that sounded
like she was coughing up a hairball.
“You uh… I was just wandering
what the knees and toes comment was about was all,” she said, taking her eyes
away from Sarah’s and moving them to a table the detective was standing near.
“Well you said head and shoulders and just left it
kinda hangin there Vic, I was just fillin’ in the space.”
Pezzini stood there as Vicky leaned back in
the stool she was sitting in the rest against the shining metal counter she was
near.
“I didn’t say ‘head and shoulders’. I was thinking it, you know.” Sarah raised an eyebrow at the comment as
here hand unconsciously moved to slightly thumb the witchblade
around her wrist like so many times before.
“It’s the shampoo you use.” Sarah
watched as Vicky turned away from her, spinning back around to the counter that
some papers were strun about on, carefully handling
and rearranging them. “You lay it on
kinda thick sometimes is all,” Vicky said in a soft voice.