INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - AFTERNOON
Ray peeled off her gloves as Robert finished making his notations, setting aside his clipboard with a grin on his face.
"Did I do all right?" So funny, how eager he was to please her. As much as Ray adored her slim Asian assistant, she knew his soft bout of hero worship was wildly misplaced.
"You were rubbish," she said with a British sniff. "I expect better next time." His face fell an instant before he laughed.
"I have no idea why I even like you," he said, turning his back on her, heading for the computer to log their findings. Ray winked at him regardless he missed it, pulling her magnifying glass down to take a closer look at the remains of Father Schaefer's manhood. Whoever did the job was thorough, cutting close to the skin. From the stretch
