Re: Marvel, SVS office→Staten Island: Louis D & Cris M
The moth-beat of hand was missed, even as Cris looked over when his partner coughed, once, hard. He lifted his eyebrows, his own line of thought following Louis' as the man spoke, fair eyes on the spread of sand and sea. Why was the body left here? Of all places. He shook his head, finally tossing the bag back to the ME, who had several virgin plastic baggies ready to receive any new locusts who might ...pop up.
"Any significance you can think of? I got nothing—" And here Cris reached into his inside coat pocket and withdrew his field notebook. He flipped through a dozen or so pages, fighting the breeze, looking for any reference to this specific boardwalk. But he came up empty. The wind whipped at the fringe of his scarf hard. He paused to jot something down and pocketed the little notebook. Black eyes back on Louis, he nodded toward the car. "Maybe we should check in at the station. See if family interviews yielded anything."