Page 158 of Icy Cold Death

“Okay, while we know how you got yourselves attached to this case, how about we don’t spread that around? Let me do my thing, and you look for your dead women,” she offered. “I have to wrap this before I get fired.”

That worked for both women. They had a little leeway here, but not full jurisdiction. They needed the detective to help them out.

Together, they headed in, and when they did, the whole room looked over.

“Detective,” Doctor Will Sinclair said, greeting them.

“Doc,” she said, pointing at the two women. “Meet my new friends. This is Detective Bishop Monroe,” she began, “And Tori Littlemoon. They are assisting in this situation.”

He stared at them.

“But they found the bodies.”

Genesis wasn’t playing around. She wanted this case over with so she could move on with her life. She had this feeling that she needed to get out of this town.

It was that fight or flight response that was telling her to run. So she’d listen to her gut.

Something bad was coming, and she had to get in front of it. Her dreams were creepy, as of late, and she was being chased in them by a shadowy figure.

It was time to run for her life.

“Exactly. Yes, they found the bodies that we’ve not been able to find. So, the boss said let them play the game, so let’s not question it. Deal?”

He shrugged.

Who was he to argue over it?

“Sure, Detective. If your boss said play nice, we’re going to play nice,” he admitted.

That worked for her.

Because she was Bishop, and cold cases were her thing, she went there.

“What do you have?” Bishop asked, proving she knew her way around a morgue and crime.

Genesis didn’t stop her.

The ME shared.

“We have three dead women, and all that I can tell you so far is that they’ve been dead a while. They were decomposing in the water. We have skin slip, bloating, and when you touch them, their flesh gets…well, let’s say that it degrades further. I’ll keep it PG for you.”

Tori stopped him.

“You don’t have to,” Tori said, scanning the room. “I worked with the FBI for a few years. I’m accustomed to death. I’ve also helped our local department solve crimes. I’m very familiar.”

Oh, there were dead there.

Just not these dead.

That meant she needed to keep looking for the victims to talk to them. The worst part was playing hide and seek with them.

It appeared they were going to the crime scene next. Maybe, if they were lucky, they were still there—and they hadn’t crossed.

The ME was willing to play.

“Okay, Tori. Then, let’s be blunt. Someone shoved them in the water months ago, and the only reason we’ve found them is the cold season started early this year. Their eyes are gone, their fingerprints are degraded, and right now, I’m going to have to do DNA to get an ID.”

Bishop was making notes.

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