It has been 1 month since Renolds was arrested and I have since gone back to my normal life of studying bodies, reading books, and reviewing case files for court. I miss helping in the interrogation room, but that's not my job. I am a forensic anthropologist and I love my job.
“Hey Reichs, there's a dead body in the middle of a corn field.” Said my boss, “I need you to go and look at it.”
I gotta go, duty calls. “I am on my way boss.”
