May 15, 2016
@uundertakerr
“Yeah, hi, baby,” she greets the boy flippantly. She places her purse down on the counter of the Funeral Home, sighs, and removes her dramatic, tinted shades. “I heard ya got a body here... That, ah, may be one Robert Dimitri Bosko? I’m here to identify him.” Poor son of a bitch was missing for a week. The boys at the Scarpetta family said the Bostons did him in, but she didn’t want to believe it. Maybe, just maybe, the body didn’t belong to him... But her superiors sent her out to make sure.