MICK

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They were just finishing up at the crime scene when they got the call about the boy found in the bathroom stall.

"On the bright side, he died very quickly," Doctor Kline said, oblivious to the news of the day's second murder.

"How is that on the bright side?" Barnes asked.

The ME reached into the dead man's jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "A bullet to the brain, at least in his case, is a hell of a lot quicker than a case of terminal lung cancer."

"I suppose that's true."

"We need to get going," Mick said. "Doc, there's been another murder."

"Another? This guy is single-handedly filling up my morgue."

"Don't I know it." She wrote down the location and tore the page out of her notepad. "For you. Meet us there."

"Sure thing, detective."

She and Barnes went on ahead, leaving the crime scene for the techs.

They found the boy in the third stall, lying in a pool of his own blood.

Mick sighed as she crouched beside him.

He was so young.

But if she had learned anything, it was that Rhodes didn't care about age.

Hell, the man murdered his own children.

"We really need to catch this son of a b*tch."

"So we keep saying." Barnes tugged at his collar. "Say... You think it's contaminating the crime scene if I take a leak while we're here?"

"My God, Barnes."

"Hey. I had two coffees this morning, and I haven't had the chance to hit a bathroom."

"Go to a different bathroom."

"Fine." He stomped out, leaving her alone with the dead boy.


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