"It's my day off."
Didn't anyone in the department understand how hard it was to not bang the woman who didn’t know she was his confidential informant? The way she’d begged for it last night had him a few seconds from throwing the rules away and her down on her bed.
To add insult to injury, not only did he have to jerk off in the shower three times—again—but the fucking GREEN would not come off!!! Either he was an X-rated Kermit the frog or dying of a very bizarre dick-sparing liver failure.
But you could only ask so much of man.
"We're sending an SUV for you. Don't come on your own in the snow."
Sean flicked aside the curtains. Yep, a massive amount of snow had fallen. The lack of movement implied it was likely a Level 3 snow emergency. No one would emerge today unless it was a life-or-death situation.
In fact, why was Sergeant Kormos, not Charlie, calling him? "Where's Sergeant Layton?"
"She'll meet you at the scene."
"What's the urgency?" Sean rolled out of bed and tried to find his suit of plain clothes. Hell, from what he'd guessed from the amount of snow, he might need to go in full ski pants and parka instead.
"We thinksomeone offed El Socio."
"You think?" Sean froze mid-motion. If it was true, this was a big freaking deal.
"Yes, we think."
"Tell me why you think that." Sean needed more than a vague statement.
"We'll have a better idea when we find the rest of him," Sergeant Kormos finished ominously.
Sean grabbed his jacket and boots. "Then how are you sure he's dead?"
"What they found is not compatible with life." Those words made this cold day even colder.
"His head?" Sean guessed.
"You'll understand when you get to the scene." Click.
"I would say this isn't compatible with life," the homicide Detective Andre said through his scarf.
The poor CSI team was trying to collect the pieces of a headless, armless, legless, skinned torso and load it into the coroner’s van.
Charlie and Sean stood off to the side watching them work. The detective said, “It appears the victim was killed earlier and dumped here in the snow last night."
They were in AsiaTown on the East Side, where the nicer sections met the rougher ones. Between the snow and the police, the local residents had opted to stay indoors thus far.
"As gruesome as this is, why do you think it could be El Socio?" Charlie asked.
"Follow me," Detective Andre took them into a nearby bodega advertising 24-hour service. A CSI tech had a gurney with various samples on it.
"Does anyone need a donut? A coffee?" the owner offered brightly when they entered. He was in his late fifties, and his accent sounded Korean.
"I'll buy coffee for the group," Sean volunteered.
"No need for the police," the owner said with a smile.
"I insist," Sean loosened his scarf and laid fifty dollars on the counter. "We're already scaring off your customers."
"Not in this weather. The kids are going to be excited to hear there was a dead body outside the store.” He pointed at Sean’s face. “Are you feeling okay?"
“I’m a New York Jets fan,” Sean lied, as even the CSI tech was staring at his greenish skin.
