Benton’s ear. “Only Aunt Kay is supposed to touch that log. It’s a legal document.”
Shandy says to Marino, “See, it’s not hard being in here. Well, maybe it is.” Reaching back, grabbing him. “You sure know how to cheer a girl up. And I do mean up. Whoa!”
Benton says to Lucy, “This is unbelievable.”
Shandy turns around in Marino’s arms and kisses him – kissing him on the mouth right there in the morgue – and for an instant, Benton thinks they might have sex in the hallway.
Then, “Here, you try it on me,” Marino says.
In another quadrant of his screen, Benton watches Lucious thumbing through the morgue log.
When Marino turns around, his arousal is apparent. Shandy can barely get her arms all the way around him, starts to laugh. He puts his huge hands over hers, helps her push, says, “No kidding. You ever see me choking, you push just like this. Hard!” He shows her. “Point is to force the air out so whatever’s caught in there flies out, too.” She slides her hands down and grabs him again, and he pushes her away and turns his back to Lucious as he emerges from the autopsy suite.
“She figured out anything about that dead little boy?” Lucious snaps the rubber band around his wrist. “Well, I guess not, since he’s entered in the Dead Log as ‘undetermined.’”
“He was undetermined when he was brought in. What you been doing, snooping through the book?” Marino looks ridiculous, his back to Lucious.
“Obviously, she can’t handle such a complicated case. Too bad I didn’t bring him in here. I could have been of assistance. I know more about the human body than any doctor.” Lucious moves to one side and stares down in the direction of Marino’s crotch. “Well, hello,” he says.
“You don’t know shit and can shut up about that dead boy,” Marino says nastily. “And you can shut up about the Doc. And you can get the hell out of here.”
“You mean that little boy from the other day?” Shandy says.
Lucious rattles off with his stretcher, leaving the body he just delivered on the gurney in the middle of the hall, in front of the stainless-steel cooler door. Marino opens it and pushes the uncooperative gurney inside, his arousal still obvious.
“Christ,” Benton says to Lucy.
“He on Viagra or something?” Her voice in his ear.
“Why the hell don’t you get a new cart or whatever you call that thing?” Shandy says.
“The Doc don’t waste money.”
“So she’s cheap, too. Bet she doesn’t pay you shit.”
“If we need something, she gets it, but she don’t waste money. Not like Lucy, who could buy China.”
“You always stick up for the Big Chief, don’t you? But not like you stick up for me, baby.” Shandy fondles him.
“I think I’m going to throw up.” Lucy’s voice.
And Shandy walks inside the cooler to get a good look at what’s inside. The cold air blowing is audible through Benton’s speakers.
And a camera in the bay picks up Lucious sliding behind the wheel of his hearse.
“She a murder?” Shandy asks about the latest delivery, then looks at another pouched body in a corner. “I want to know about the kid.”
Lucious rumbles away in his hearse, the bay door loudly clanking shut behind him, sounding like a car wreck.
“Natural causes,” Marino says. “Old Oriental woman. Eighty-five or something.”
“How come she got sent here if she died of natural causes?”
“Because the coroner wanted to send her in. Why? Hell if I know. The Doc just said for me to be here. Hell if I know. Sounds like a cut-and-dried heart attack to me. I’m getting a whiff of something.” He makes a face.
“Let’s look,” Shandy says. “Come on. Just a quick peek.”
Shandy says to Marino, “See, it’s not hard being in here. Well, maybe it is.” Reaching back, grabbing him. “You sure know how to cheer a girl up. And I do mean up. Whoa!”
Benton says to Lucy, “This is unbelievable.”
Shandy turns around in Marino’s arms and kisses him – kissing him on the mouth right there in the morgue – and for an instant, Benton thinks they might have sex in the hallway.
Then, “Here, you try it on me,” Marino says.
In another quadrant of his screen, Benton watches Lucious thumbing through the morgue log.
When Marino turns around, his arousal is apparent. Shandy can barely get her arms all the way around him, starts to laugh. He puts his huge hands over hers, helps her push, says, “No kidding. You ever see me choking, you push just like this. Hard!” He shows her. “Point is to force the air out so whatever’s caught in there flies out, too.” She slides her hands down and grabs him again, and he pushes her away and turns his back to Lucious as he emerges from the autopsy suite.
“She figured out anything about that dead little boy?” Lucious snaps the rubber band around his wrist. “Well, I guess not, since he’s entered in the Dead Log as ‘undetermined.’”
“He was undetermined when he was brought in. What you been doing, snooping through the book?” Marino looks ridiculous, his back to Lucious.
“Obviously, she can’t handle such a complicated case. Too bad I didn’t bring him in here. I could have been of assistance. I know more about the human body than any doctor.” Lucious moves to one side and stares down in the direction of Marino’s crotch. “Well, hello,” he says.
“You don’t know shit and can shut up about that dead boy,” Marino says nastily. “And you can shut up about the Doc. And you can get the hell out of here.”
“You mean that little boy from the other day?” Shandy says.
Lucious rattles off with his stretcher, leaving the body he just delivered on the gurney in the middle of the hall, in front of the stainless-steel cooler door. Marino opens it and pushes the uncooperative gurney inside, his arousal still obvious.
“Christ,” Benton says to Lucy.
“He on Viagra or something?” Her voice in his ear.
“Why the hell don’t you get a new cart or whatever you call that thing?” Shandy says.
“The Doc don’t waste money.”
“So she’s cheap, too. Bet she doesn’t pay you shit.”
“If we need something, she gets it, but she don’t waste money. Not like Lucy, who could buy China.”
“You always stick up for the Big Chief, don’t you? But not like you stick up for me, baby.” Shandy fondles him.
“I think I’m going to throw up.” Lucy’s voice.
And Shandy walks inside the cooler to get a good look at what’s inside. The cold air blowing is audible through Benton’s speakers.
And a camera in the bay picks up Lucious sliding behind the wheel of his hearse.
“She a murder?” Shandy asks about the latest delivery, then looks at another pouched body in a corner. “I want to know about the kid.”
Lucious rumbles away in his hearse, the bay door loudly clanking shut behind him, sounding like a car wreck.
“Natural causes,” Marino says. “Old Oriental woman. Eighty-five or something.”
“How come she got sent here if she died of natural causes?”
“Because the coroner wanted to send her in. Why? Hell if I know. The Doc just said for me to be here. Hell if I know. Sounds like a cut-and-dried heart attack to me. I’m getting a whiff of something.” He makes a face.
“Let’s look,” Shandy says. “Come on. Just a quick peek.”
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