She shook her head, her eyes carefully coming away from his face where the tears that were building in the corners wouldn't show. Denton reached into a small pocket of his jeans and removed a matchstick, his replacement for cigarettes since he didn't smoke any more and let Ellie lower him onto the bed. Charlie must not have gone to bed last night, the bed appeared to not have been touched.
"The team will be here in a few moments to clean," she said as she sat next to him, setting the fallen guitar upright against the wall. Denton chewed absently on the matchstick, popping the head in and out of his mouth almost playfully.
"You were cousins, right?" Denton said quietly. Ellie could only nod, "on his mother's side," Denton continued as he slowly regained himself. The bright gold of his eyes was slowly fading into their normal sea-green slowly.
"The Autopsy will be done immediately," Ellie commented as though she was commenting on the weather. "There was no signs of struggle or even trauma. He was just ... slumped." There was a soft knock at the door as the officer who had let Denton in let himself in again.
"Ma'am, the forensics team is here," he said after clearing his throat. Both Ellie and Denton stood, nodding together.
Denton reached out to her and touched her shoulder gently. The uncomfortable cold feeling in his skin made her whole body shake and she pulled almost violently away. Denton could only nod at this reaction and turned to walk past the officer who quickly stepped out of his way. After Denton was down the hall and out the front door the officer apparently felt safe enough to speak.
"So that was him?" the inflection spoke leagues about the level of misgivings this officer had about him.
"He is Denton Rais," she replied almost quietly. The silence between them stretched only seconds before she gave her next order, "make sure forensics does a blood light around the chair. If he picked a scab and it bled on the floor, I want to know about it." She started to move past him then stopped and as an afterthought said, "And they need to document the bed too, it doesn't appear our victim went to sleep last night but if someone slept there, I want to know about it."
As she started down the hall, the forensics team came through the door, their cameras swinging from their necks like really badly dressed tourists with huge black suitcases. She pushed herself up against the wall and let them by before going on through the kitchen and out through the back patio doors to the guest house behind Charlie's home.
"The team will be here in a few moments to clean," she said as she sat next to him, setting the fallen guitar upright against the wall. Denton chewed absently on the matchstick, popping the head in and out of his mouth almost playfully.
"You were cousins, right?" Denton said quietly. Ellie could only nod, "on his mother's side," Denton continued as he slowly regained himself. The bright gold of his eyes was slowly fading into their normal sea-green slowly.
"The Autopsy will be done immediately," Ellie commented as though she was commenting on the weather. "There was no signs of struggle or even trauma. He was just ... slumped." There was a soft knock at the door as the officer who had let Denton in let himself in again.
"Ma'am, the forensics team is here," he said after clearing his throat. Both Ellie and Denton stood, nodding together.
Denton reached out to her and touched her shoulder gently. The uncomfortable cold feeling in his skin made her whole body shake and she pulled almost violently away. Denton could only nod at this reaction and turned to walk past the officer who quickly stepped out of his way. After Denton was down the hall and out the front door the officer apparently felt safe enough to speak.
"So that was him?" the inflection spoke leagues about the level of misgivings this officer had about him.
"He is Denton Rais," she replied almost quietly. The silence between them stretched only seconds before she gave her next order, "make sure forensics does a blood light around the chair. If he picked a scab and it bled on the floor, I want to know about it." She started to move past him then stopped and as an afterthought said, "And they need to document the bed too, it doesn't appear our victim went to sleep last night but if someone slept there, I want to know about it."
As she started down the hall, the forensics team came through the door, their cameras swinging from their necks like really badly dressed tourists with huge black suitcases. She pushed herself up against the wall and let them by before going on through the kitchen and out through the back patio doors to the guest house behind Charlie's home.
