Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70607 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
“That,” Castiel said, “is what we’re doing, too. Let’s go, woman. I don’t have all day.”
Turner shook her head. “No, it’s just getting to the good part.”
Castiel, Turner’s husband, looked over at me and what I was doing with the dead body on the table.
“Pulling out the heart?” he asked.
Turner nodded, her mouth pinching shut tightly as she said, “I’m not even hungry anyway.”
Castiel sighed, then leaned a massive shoulder against the doorway as he said, “How much longer?”
“About two or three more minutes until we figure out what she really died of,” I said, sounding distracted. “Or, at least, this particular part. They want me to search for heart disease or other related causes. I’m likely not going to find that because this heart looks really freakin’ good. Like, if they’d donated her organs, this heart would’ve kept on ticking for another thirty years if given the chance.”
So that was how I had an audience, Castiel and Turner, Jubilee and eventually Zee, her husband.
By the time I’d determined she didn’t pass from any sort of heart disease, all were watching enraptured.
I also knew after what was discussed, the recording of the autopsy would at least be a fun one to re-listen to.
“So now what?” Turner asked after I’d finished inspecting the heart.
I set it into the metal bowl next to the body and grinned.
“Now I do the same thing to the rest of the organs. After I’m done with that, I’ll get her fixed back up,” I said. “Then she’ll be ready for you.”
“Will having her here bring in more business?” Zee wondered.
I was about to say no when Jubilee pulled out her phone and showed him something.
“Other than the fact that having a medical examiner in house will help,” Jubilee said. “While Katy was performing her first autopsy at Bear Bottom Funeral Home, I took a picture of her and created her an Instagram account. Look how many likes she already has.”
I felt my belly jolt at that.
“They like the blonde bombshell who also has a brain,” Jubilee giggled. “Look at that comment.”
I felt my mouth get tight.
Not because I was mad that she created the account, but because I was scared of what everyone might have to say.
That was one Instagram account I was staying away from.
“Hey, there’s a policeman at the door,” Turner said suddenly.
I looked over in the corner of the room to where the video monitors were.
Apparently, a while ago when Jubilee was in here alone, she was almost hurt very badly by a man that wasn’t supposed to be here. Now her husband had wired the entire funeral home, meaning from any given spot you could see exactly what was going on in each section of the building from the morgue to my room all the way up to the funeral rooms that were on the top floor.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw that strong jawline.
Holy shit.
What was Logan doing here?
“Ahh, I asked Logan to bring me a few things,” Zee said, standing up and leaving the room without another word.
Castiel walked to the monitor and stared down at it for a few moments.
“Do you know who Logan is?” Jubilee asked curiously.
I assumed that question was aimed at Castiel, because how would she know that I knew him? Unless my face shared that detail.
Which it might, because holy hell, did the man look good in his uniform.
“When the hell did police officers start dressing like that?” Turner asked, walking to the monitor and popping it up onto the big screen, focusing on that one camera instead of nine smaller views.
“Logan is part of the motorcycle crew that just started with Kilgore Police Department,” Castiel answered. “And I know of him.”
“Why do you say ‘of’ like that?” Turner asked curiously.
Castiel’s lips twitched.
“Of him because he is pretty famous in our world right now. The whole damn motorcycle crew is, actually,” he admitted. “Though all for different offenses. Logan’s was the most amusing, though.”
“What reason would that be?” Jubilee asked, squeezing in so I could no longer see the monitor.
“Hey, I can’t see now!” I called out teasingly.
Though, I wasn’t necessarily teasing anymore. I was honestly kind of upset that I couldn’t see Logan. Not that they needed to know that I knew Logan.
They all ignored me, making me sigh and go back to my work.
I did listen to what they were saying as I worked, though.
“Logan was on duty and responded to a call. When he got there, there were a bunch of people there already, watching the fight go down. It was at the campground near the lake. When he waded in and broke up the fight, he found out it was two brothers fighting over a fish. One said that the pole was his, meaning the fish was also his. The other brother said the pole was his, though he hadn’t been using it, the fish was therefore his. Things degraded from there and the fight started,” Castiel explained.