Reproductive organs.
She was betting on the latter because Devon was a sicko who liked sexually assaulting corpses.
As he handed her the gloves, she snapped them on and picked up the jar.
It sloshed and looked to be about one gallon in size. It said a lot about his mental status if he was giving her a uterus in a jar as a little gift.
Why?
She didn’t have one.
When she opened it, there was a vapor lock, and it released all of the smells you’d expect for someone’s removed uterus that had been sitting in a closed gas station for a day in the heat.
Yeah, this had been percolating in there for a good twenty-four hours.
At the smell, the man jumped back.
“Jesus H. Christ,” Billy said, putting his arm over his nose. “That’s fucking nasty.”
Yeah, she was aware.
Someone clearly wasn’t used to shit like this, and he was probably fortunate for that.
Her on the other hand…
This was her normal day.
Seeing a counter with nothing on it, it appeared it was getting a little goo smeared on it.
Tipping the jar over, Elizabeth dumped it out. The blob of red goo slid out, slapping onto the white counter with a splash, and oozing across it like a creature.
And she knew.
Yeah, it wasn’t a stomach.
That was for damn sure.
“It’s a uterus,” she said. “He cut it out of one of the women,” she added.
Billy was horrified.
“How did you know that?”
Oh, well, maybe because she had one, or did once before, and also because she rode shotgun with Christopher Leonard for years. This, sadly, wasn’t the first one she’d seen.
And it probably wouldn’t be the last.
“I know body parts. It’s kind of my hobby,” she admitted. “You know…since I chase the cuckoos through the grossness. I’ve seen them all raw and cooked.”
He was appalled by that.
Maybe she should be, too, but those were the facts. People did some crazy shit to each other.
“Your job sucks.”
Yeah, tell her something she didn’t know.
“I’m well aware.”
