Let's get going," Jodie said. "If the same EMTs are on duty as yesterday, I'd like to ride with them, if that's okay. They helped me out quite a bit and I'd like to thank them. I know it's not standard, but I also wouldn't mind seeing the woman's face again before you take her to the lab," Jodie said.
"Fine by me. Let me know what you find that might be consistent with Nelson's MO. If this is a murder, we'll need whatever we can get from her for evidence," Isaiah said.
"We'll follow you in your car," Bob said. Jodie was glad Bob was taking precautions. If Nelson was there, he could be waiting for her anywhere.
They got into the Camaro and drove over to the EMT office. When they arrived, Jodie handed Bob the car keys.
"I'll go see who's on duty." Jodie walked into the EMT office. As she entered, Nick looked up and smiled at her.
"Hi, Jodie. Come to get a refund, file a complaint, or cause general havoc?" Nick asked. He stood, towering over her, extending his giant paw.
Jodie laughed and grasped his hand. "Well, no, none of those, actually."
Mei peeked out of an adjoining office and smiled at Jodie. "She's come to take a ride with us, Nick. Wending just called. They're flying the body of the woman Jodie found last night to San Francisco for an autopsy."
"Hi, Mei," Jodie said, walking toward her and shaking her hand, thankful for the careful wording, since she’d actually found the woman with her front bumper.
"Hi, yourself. You sure look like you feel a lot better than you did last night." Looking past Jodie into the parking lot, she said, "I see you've got reinforcements today, too."
"Thanks. They're from the Bureau. They're here to give me a hand figuring out what happened last night. Do you mind if I ride along when you go to collect her? I'd like to explain a few things," Jodie said.
"I can answer that," Nick said. "Yes, we'd love to have some company. We need someone new to talk to up here in nowhereland. I sincerely doubt if the woman we're picking up is going to lead us in any sort of stimulating conversation."
"Not likely, Nick. Thanks," Jodie said.
"Well, let's get on the road before the rush comes, then," Mei said in a monotone voice. Nick and Jodie looked at her. "Just kidding. Let's go."
"I can see being serious isn't really an option with you two," Jodie said.
Walking to the back of the building, Mei opened the door for Jodie and showed her how to fold down the jump seat. "Actually, in the year I've been here, this is the busiest we've ever been. Day before yesterday, we took the corpse they found at the dam to the coroner. He was in six pieces by the time they got done trying to retrieve him from the river with a grappling hook."
Jodie wasn't sure she really wanted to know that particular detail, but was starting to realize what poor police work was being done in this one horse town. "You know, I met one of the kids who found that corpse. He was at the police station with his mother. Did they find out who the man was and how he ended up in the river?"
"No. Guess we'll be waiting to find out more until Friday when the coroner gets back. Not to change the subject, but have you had that looked at?" Mei said, pointing to the blisters forming on Jodie's arm. "Did you burn yourself? Sure looks like it."
"I don’t know what it is, but it seems to be spreading. I'll have to get it looked at when we get back," Jodi responded.
"Don't be silly. Mei can fix you up whilst I chauffer you to our destination," Nick said in a regal tone of voice. He pressed the overhead door button and started the noisy diesel engine.
Mei opened up the first aid toolbox. Her voice much louder now over the noise of the engine, she said, "You need a compress to keep it moist. I wonder what you got into. Did you touch anything last night?"
"I briefly touched the woman's head to see if she was alive, but I fell in the ditch on the way. I thought I must have landed in poison ivy or on some sort of plant that had a chemical or
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