JULIETTE
I was done completing all I could on the report and there were still so many things we had to do before we could gather even more evidence of her murder. My goal, right now, was to identify the woman laying on the autopsy table and finally give some peace to her family.
I walked towards Dr. McCarty's office, humming some offkey tune I've heard somewhere. I nearly tripped on the carpet on my way there, and I would've been in so much trouble for messing up all of the papers.
I nearly reached his office when I heard some commotion in the room, and of course, my curious ass would be eavesdropping on them.
"What do you mean you don't know," said a voice I could quickly identify to be the man that burst into the room earlier. The arrogant detective that was too impatient to knock on a door.
"I didn't do the autopsy detective, and I will do it myself later," Dr. lazy responded to him. Which autopsy were they talking about? Was it the one I did this morning and that Dr. relaxation time is lying about right now?
"You're telling me that you didn't do an urgent autopsy of the victim of a potential serial killer," I heard him pace around the room, and I put the pieces together. It was indeed the autopsy I performed this morning. I knew I shouldn't let my mentor lie to the detective on an important matter like this one.
You're an intelligent woman and you deserve the credit for all the effort you put into the work you do every day. Here's your chance to step out of the shadows sweetie. I told myself before I took a deep breath.
"I'm the one who did the autopsy that's why he can't answer any of your questions," I said as I clutched the pile of papers closer to my chest. The detective turned around to face me and I wanted to freeze in place and never open my mouth ever again.
"And you are?" He questioned me as he raised an eyebrow.
"Dr. Juliette Ross, Dr. McCarty's assistant," I replied as I hand out my hand to shake his. He simply looked at it unfazed and kept his hands in his pockets.
Can't even do a simply greeting gesture, dumb asshole. I thought to myself and put my hand away.
"And why were you the one doing the autopsy?" He asked me. Because my mentor is a lazy motherfucker.
I would get fired if I said this out loud but it was true though. "She's my student and I figured it would be a good opportunity for her to learn" the lazy douche shrugged behind his desk.
I bit my lip and looked down at the ugly carpet. I was tired of him constantly lying about this, but he was my superior.
"Then if you'll excuse me, I will have a little chat with your assistant" He replied as he walked out of his office, and I figured I needed to follow him.
He walked so fast I was nearly going to trip, but he slowed down after a while when we reached the autopsy room.
The cold air made me have goosebumps all over my skin despite the white coat I was wearing.
"So are you going to stay silent or ask me questions detective" I said as I placed the paperwork on a table near the door.
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Dressed For Death
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