"I will," Dick said, his voice probably more soft than he intended it to be. "You take care." And if he could work this, he'd be back to talk with her in relative private soon enough.
"Vanessa Matthews, sir," she introduced. She stuck out a hand, but she already had her gloves on. So she fumbled and laughed and turned a little red. "Sorry. I heard the reports, that we're dealing with a very familiar scenario."
She paused as they reached the body, then refused to flinch or show any weakness when she crouched and pulled back the sheet. The man's face was contorted with mirth to the point of obvious pain.
"Stiff as a board," she said. "That's not rigor mortis, either." She peeked back at Jim. "That's some sort of paralyzing agent, I'm sure of it. If it holds the same properties as what I think this is, then that's surely what happened here. The chemistry of this nerve gas is... well, impressive is not the word to use right now."
She pulled out a kit and started drawing blood samples, then getting hair samples as well with a pair of scissors. "I need to run tests, of course, but... his behavior before he died... He was laughing and convulsing?"