ROSE ON THE LAKE 18+

🌹CHAPTER TWELVE🌹

Your hands have held me, stroked my hair,
touched me gently, showed me care;
Your lips have kissed me, brushed my cheek,
tasted my tears, made me weak.

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Harper was right about the Chief of Police, COP's reaction to Elizabeth's statement. If his boss wasn't eyeing him critically, he'd be laughing his eyes out.

"She actually wrote all of these down?" The Chief asked in disbelief.

"Yes sir." Answered Harp.

"Blimey! The woman's good for blue comedies. Dt. Myles told me about her unrelenting attraction for you" he said with a lopsided grin.

Martin was clearly enjoying the show.

"Do I need to worry about any conflict of interest from you where she's concerned?"

Seriously?

Martin chuckled and the chief joint in.

"I don't think so boss. His type is more on the skinny side" Myles said, his eyes twinkling with humour.

"Is there anything I should know?" The COP leaned back in his seat, observing his boys as he rubbed his bushy mustache.

"Not at all sir" Harper said, stumping on Myles' foot.

Myles let out a strangled yelp, and Chief Hurst raised his brow at him.

"Sir" Harper said, drawing his attention to him. "I just wanted to know if the young lady, uhh Melody and her friends have been put under witness protection yet." His voice was a tad bit husky as he talked about Melody. Martin and Myles smiled knowingly, and their boss picked up on it. "It's because we might have a dangerous killer on the loose. Wouldn't him to get wind of their presence here as witnesses and go after them." He clarified. But the look on their faces only intensified.

"Oh the skinny one" he said, winking at the other two, and they all laughed at Harper's expense. "Yes, I ensured they got everything they needed. Your lady is in safe hands."

"She's not my_"

A knock on the door commanded their attention. It was the morgue attendant's assistant. She wanted them to know if they were going to be present during the autopsy.

The three detectives followed him to the ME's office.

***

The ME was a very young doctor, out of place in the morgue. The type of lady one would expect in a class room than a morgue, dressed in a mini skirt, dress shirt and ponytail.

"What've you got for us Fresnelle? Any surprises?"

"A little late gents. I almost assumed you boys stood me up. What? Myles got a little cold fit? Skittish about seeing my dolls?" she winked at him.

Walking farther into the morgue to where she kept her dolls aka dead bodies, the ME was dressed and ready to start.

"Of course not" Myles said, answering her previous question. "I've always loved a good manslaughter_"

Fresnelle halted her movement, lifting her head to glare at him incredulously.

"Uhhh woman slaughter?" He said sheepishly, shifting nervously as the smell of death wafted in the air.

Laughter erupted around him.

"Are you scared of the dead, Myles?" She asked.

"No! I just don't like being in a room full of dead bodies."