Ahead of the Game [Pierce && Dee]
The morgue smells awful. There’s something about death that you can never scrub clean no matter how many cold showers you take. Pierce feels it crawl down his spine and he shivers as he walks into the operating room and dons a surgical mask and gloves. There is only one person assisting Dee, one of her most trusted medical supervisors that Pierce can never seem to remember the name of. This whole ‘dead guy’ thing really sucks. Pierce has never to been to Bridgewater, and he doesn’t care too much about it. But now one of their five council members is dead, on Pierce’s turf, and he has to figure it all out.
The body looks worse than it smells. There are giant stitches in the man’s chest in a giant Y’ and Pierce’s eyes narrow in on the portion of his skull that’s been sawed through. Dee looks so small standing next to the tall man on the makeshift operating table. They aren’t going to give the good operating tables to dead guys. But Pierce knows how deceiving that looks can be when it comes to the head of Medical.
“Do we have a cause of death yet?” Pierce asks, his voice unwavering in the face of a death body. Pierce has seen, and done, much much worse. He tries to keep the hope and impatience out of his voice; Pierce knows that Dee is working as fast and she can.
