Each little hobbled step was a part of the process that would take care of this situation. At least that was what Rachel’s mind tried to rationalize. And she did feel better, when Marcus so accommodatingly allowed her to pull him outside towards the discovery she had made, Rachel didn’t have to fight for words to try and explain what she had seen. She could breathe, step and breathe and leave the rest up to the very professional security of the very professional business she was paying a fortune too. These were the thoughts her mind feed to sooth the distress.
By the time she pulled him far enough into the parking lot to really see the body she felt in control again, even if she didn’t realize that Marcus was trying to get her to look at him instead of at the body. The body didn’t even look that bad. Not now, from her full height, the body was small the real violence of it hidden away in the posture and coloring. From her full height at this distance, she could look down on it as just another specimen and forget all about the staples. A violent shudder ran through her as the shiny glint of metal unwillingly resurfaced in her mind.
But even though she wouldn’t exactly meet his gaze directly the intensity of his voice finally broke through her own mental revelry. Sputtering slightly her response was more automatic and anything, Rachel shook her head slightly as the words just tumbled out, “No… No I just saw the staples.” Her voice was strained and uneven in tone.