βNora, Nora!β He exclaims, pointing. βLook, letβs go! Weβll catch her on her way out.β John is patting her shoulder with encouragement, but seeing as she doesnβt move he puts his index finger and thumb in his mouth and gives a sharp, loud whistle.
βDr. Wyatt!β He shouts, the +
unbeknownst to the other wyatt twin, nora was in that very parking lot waiting for her sisterβ¦
her soon-to-be-husband was beside her, doing his best to calm her as she second guessed her actions. though, now, it was far too late.
@WYATTATLAW god! Look at you.β She says, shaking her head as she takes in her sister. The redhead was just so happy to see her.
βYouβre glowing!β She exclaims, taking a second to wipe her face of tears.
βNora, I canβt believe this. Itβs so good to see you.β Another sob leaves her and +
Yes. I am the coroner. Four died of blunt force trauma and three died of drowning. Though the ones who drowned have the same or similar injures to the ones that died to blunt force trauma. Which means they were still alive, unconscious maybe, when thrown in the lake.
BETRAYAL AND HANGING,
SINCE ANTIQUITY.
ββ β ββ
Hannibal Lecter, Psy.D., M.D. | Surgeon. Psychiatrist. Chef. FBI BAU Consultant. | Killer? Cannibal? Surely neither. | Philanthropist. Socialite. Sensualist. Renaissance man. Connoisseur of the finer things in life.
@WYATTATLAW towards Nora and John. She would regard John in a minute but she had to get to her sister.
Arms embraced Nora and squeezed tightly, wrapping her arms around her sisterβs frame. Sobs escaped her as she clung to her sister, unable to form words at this moment.
@WYATTATLAW Seeing her sister cry made her cry, but she already was, she just didnβt realize it. Eleanor hadnβt heard anyone call her Nellie in such a long time, and only one person could call her that.
βNora!β A choked wail as she dropped her backpack on the concrete and took off +
That was wild. Sheβs leaving the precinct now. The morgue is locked up, as if anyone in there was going to get up and walk out, and sheβs heading to her car.
@waywrdog Well, Iβm not the correct kind of doctor to say that to.
[She hesitantly hands it to him, there was a small plastic bag clipped to it.]
My cassette of my commentary is there if youβd rather listen, or both, your choice.
@waywrdog No, sir, they wonβt tell you that. They are trained to give you an outlet to express whatβs bothering you.
I understand youβre upset, and Iβm sorry, but you donβt need to take it out on me. I just came to give you the autopsy report. . itβs finished.
@waywrdog I feel as though you may have some misplaced agency, sir. I donβt wish I was a cadaver on a table, my career just started, Iβm not even 30. There is so much I want to do still, and as grim as my job is, I enjoy life.
You should talk to a therapist about this.
@waywrdog Detective, I have a handful of deceased individuals on my table in my morgue everyday. I am extremely thankful to not be one of those people.
And so would you if you stopped having cigarettes and whiskey for breakfast.