The man saw the cast.
And continued.
“I tried telling my detectives that they have nothing to worry about, but Balo is a control freak, and she likes to drive the bus. Normally, we let her, since she’s a good cop. Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.”
Well, too late for that.
She rubbed them beyond wrong way.
He continued.
“They’ll help you where you need them, but don’t worry about ditching them to do it your way. I get it. I was a detective once and had to deal with the same situations.”
Well, this was pleasant.
And unexpected.
This was going in a completely different direction. It was like they’d fallen into a parallel land.
The coffee was even good.
What the hell?
Since the man seemed open and honest, Blackhawk took a shot at it.
“Honestly, we are having a problem, Jerry. Doctor Parker skipped out, and he just gave his report to the detectives. To us, that’s a problem.”
He laughed again.
“He’s a pisser. Yeah, Doc hates just about everyone. He hates his job. He hates cops. He hates it all. Don’t take it personally. Once, he made a detective wait three days for the autopsy results. He told the cop his spectratimedometer was broken. It took the detective three days to figure out that there is no such thing.”
Oh, boy.
Well, then, they were absolutely not letting him touch another victim for them. That was problematic when shit went to court, and a Fed was grilled over the ME’s incompetence. The last thing anyone wanted was playing‘catch and release’with a serial killer due to forensic issues.
Gene was curious.
“Then why the bloody hell did he become an ME?” he asked, curiously.
Jerry leaned forward and lowered his voice.
“We all think he couldn’t hack it as a doctor, so he opted to work with the dead because they don’t talk or sue a person.”
Oh, well.
That was…something.
Yeah,Damascuswas a shitshow.
“Anyway, I’m sorry about him jacking with you. He’s set in his ways, and he’s not going to play ball. God knows I’ve tried to make him do it. He just flips people off and avoids. He’s a little off, but he’s the ME we have. I can’t wait to see how miserable he is in twenty years,” he joked.
Well, Ethan was glad he was amused.
They.
Were.
Not.
