The Lives of Adeline

William

Hanging up the phone on Vermon, he turned back to Virgil. His hair was pulled up into a loose short ponytail, and it was obvious to even those who weren't surgeons or autops-itarians that VIrgil wasn't wearing anything proper for any sort of science experiments. He was one of the best dam corners the mafia had at the moment though, so they couldn't exactly complain, even if his patched up oversized pants were a horrendous fashion choice.

William could only stare at Virgil, who was currently examining the corpse of Adeline Bordeaux, who had been tormenting the mafia for ages now. "Hm." Virgil said, writing down something. "What time did you say she died?" he asked, attempting to hold her arm up.

"Less than thirty minutes ago, one of our men at the party managed to get her over here within the minute," he said as he walked over. "Why do you ask?"

Virgil attempted to pick up her arm, but it snapped off nearly instantly, making William nearly hurl, though virgil was unfazed. "That's... not supposed to...." he pauses, before reaching up her nose.

"Oh— okay, well you don't need to pick her nose, she's already dead." William said, admittedly a little disgusted. Sure, he could handle blood and guts just fine, but picking someone else's nose? Absolutely not.

"Rigor mortis," Virgil started, as he pulled a fly out of Adelines nose, "doesn't set in for about two hours, bugs don't start finding their way to the body until stage three, when rigor mortis is fully completed. Shes—" Virgil paused, "she's been dead for at least eight hours now."

William stared at Virgil, before slapping him on the back with a laugh. "Ha! What a jokester you are, always pranking me and Vermon, eh?" he didn't even bother waiting for an answer, already trying to rush his way out the door. "Well, nice talk, we'll see each other again soon, eh?" He laughed, before quickly leaving the room, picking rushing to the nearest telephone box.