The Coroner Page #5

[CLINT WAITS OUTSIDE THE OFFICE. INSIDE SHE

FINDS DAVEY SITTING ON THE END OF THE TABLE]

JANE:

Thanks.

DAVEY:

Clint? Nice pic online.

CLINT:

Cheers. Getting one framed for Mum.

[CLINT GOES. AS JANE SHUTS THE DOOR THE

SOUND OF RINGING PHONES FADES. JANE

IMMEDIATELY TENDS TO HER EMAILS]

DAVEY:

Thought you said he wasn’t efficient.

JANE:

He isn’t. Apparently the storms have brought in a swell and he wants to

clock off by lunch. Which isn’t going to happen. If this is a social call can it

wait?

DAVEY:

Tell me about this body that’s washed up. How long was it in the water?

JANE:

Haven’t got the PM yet but bodies rot quickly when they’re exposed. This

one’s particularly grim. (BLOWS CHEEKS OUT) Looks like the

marshmallow man.

DAVEY:

Have you got an ID?

JANE:

It’s further gone than the other two, getting an ID from it’s going to take a

miracle.

DAVEY:

Could it be this guy?

[HE PUTS A MUGSHOT OF KEVIN BURTON ONTO

THE TABLE]

JANE:

Honestly, the fish had a right go. The clothes had been torn off by bloating

and the only thing on him was a watch.

DAVEY:

Kevin Burton. He’s a troublemaker and he’s missing. Rubs people up the

wrong way, gets into fights. I’ve arrested him a few times but he’s never

been charged. He went sailing ten days ago and didn’t come back.

JANE:

My bloat’n’float’s a botched sea-burial.

DAVEY:

If it’s this guy it’s my bloat’n’float.

JANE:

The body’s mine, not yours.

[JANE STANDS AND CRACKS THE DOOR SLIGHTLY,

TRYING TO GET A GLIMPSE OF THE HALLWAY]

DAVEY:

It was stormy when he went out.

[BEAT]

JANE:

If you’ve arrested him don’t you have his DNA in your system?

DAVEY:

Should but we can’t find it. I’m chasing up the National Database but I think

this is my man.

JANE:

My man. Maybe your man just had a blowout with his girlfriend and gone

off for some space.

DAVEY:

Or maybe he’s lying in the mortuary.

JANE:

Have you checked out where he works?

DAVEY:

Going to now. Are you alright?

JANE:

Fine, just don’t want to talk to the flipping journalist in the hallway.

DAVEY:

Then don’t.

JANE:

Can’t exactly avoid him, Davey, he’s camped out in my office.

DAVEY:

Then get out of your office. I’m going to the Hippodrome Casino.

JANE:

I don’t like to gamble before lunch.

DAVEY:

Burton worked security there. Come on, prove me wrong.

JANE:

Ok, never too early for a flutter.

[JANE HEADS OUT AFTER DAVEY, KEEN TO AVOID

HAVING TO TALK TO THE JOURNALIST]

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