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“Oh,” she exclaimed and leaped up. “You’ll never guess—”
“Dr. Evans, you’re okay.”
We all turned to find Detectives Savage and Gray moving around, the officers still lingering in the morgue. Fuck, she still had to give a statement, which would take a while.
I eyed the dead man on the table, knowing the rising temperature in the room wasn’t good for it.
“Want me to put your body away?” I asked Rain.
Her hand came to her heart, and I swear tears gathered on her lower lids. “You called it my body.” At first, I thought I’d said something wrong until she leaped off the floor and lunged toward me. Arms wrapped around my neck, she pressed her lips to my ear. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I murmured into her hair while wishing all these people were gone so I could kiss the fuck out of her.
She pulled back, and sure enough, a single tear dripped down her cheek. “For accepting my quirks. Especially the dead body stuff.”
“It’s a part of who you are, Rain. If I can’t accept all of you, then I don’t deserve any of you.”
She nodded and wiped at her eyes. “Thank you. And yes, if you could put him back in his locker, I’d appreciate it. I wasn’t planning to do the autopsy today anyway, but definitely not now.”
“Who was that guy?” Detective Savage asked.
I kept one ear on the conversation while I wheeled the dead fucker toward the cooler.
“My ex. Long story short, he’s a narcissist who thought his downfall was my fault because I had the courage to leave his verbally and emotionally abusive ass.”
I chuckled under my breath. That about summed it up perfectly.
“Want me to kill him?”
I whirled around at the bitter tone in Detective Gray’s voice.
“What? No. Then I’d have to do the autopsy, and I never want to see that man naked again.”
The entire room burst out laughing. Exactly what we needed to cut through the tension from the too-close call for both her and Jameson.
“What were you about to tell us?” Jameson asked after I put the body away and came back to the small group. He held out his hand, and I wrapped mine around it to help him stand. “You seemed excited about something, Rain.”
I watched as she dipped her hand into the front pocket of her lap coat and pulled out a tiny evidence baggie.
“Do you know what this is?”
I leaned in close and squinted, only barely able to make out a single blonde hair. “Is that our killer’s?”
“Nope. It’s synthetic, but you’ll never guess what someone bagged and tagged in one of the nearby dumpsters last night.” Her growing excitement had her bouncing on the balls of her feet. “Time’s up. A wig. A blonde one that, with the naked eye, looks very similar to this hair that was found on the victim.”
“Holy fuck,” Jameson exclaimed beside me.
“Exactly.” She beamed.
“But you can’t pull DNA from a strand of fake hair,” Detective Savage said, reminding us all that she and her partner were still in the room.
“No, but I can from the band around the inside of the wig. Sweat is a great source of DNA.”
“Holy shit,” I muttered. “You’re telling me you think we have our killer’s DNA?”
She nodded so forcefully that her ponytail popped up and down. “I’ve already had the wig swabbed and asked for the results to be rushed. We could know something within the next two weeks.”
“That’s only if they’re in the system,” Detective Gray stated. “Right?”