13 Eerie Page #3

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for the blowflies|to fly out of the cadaver.

They also like salsa,|playing poker,

and they make|a mean margarita.

I saw something,|over there.

Look.

We've already been|downgraded because you puked,

so... let's try and get this|part right, shall we?

So the temperature must have|been over 52 degrees Fahrenheit

for the blowflies to|fly out of the cadaver.

Oh, thank god, they didn't|cheap out on the walkies.

Larry was right.

There's a female corpse|in our patch.

Maybe we should|go take a look.

Well, we've only just|started analysis on this one,

so why don't we get|cause of death first

and then I'll go take|a look with you.

Tomkins didn't|say there'd be two.

Well, that's the thing|with the professor.

He is always challenging us,|setting up situations.

That's why he's the best|and that's why we are here.

Should we check in|with him?

Walkies down.

No.

And he said|we're on our own.

So, what's he always|telling us?

Forensic science is a slow,|patient, and dedicated analysis.

Right.

It's all in the details.

That's how you|catch bad guys.

So why don't we please|just concentrate

on our lady of the lake here|because I need this internship.

Not all of us have private funds|to get us through college.

Well, what if we're supposed|to find them?

Remember what lvanek|told us happened last year.

Well, if you're so worried,|why don't you take this,

get us something to look at

and come back in,|like, five minutes.

I need you.

Place gives me the creeps.

Just hold on a second,|right there.

Stop, wait!

This is a contaminated area.

Well, whatever man.

Can I help you?

Watch your back.

What the hell|does that mean?

I don't know.

Smells like dog food.

My battery's dead.

Mine's on the way|out as well.

Team "C", how far have you|gotten with your measurements?

Sir, Rob's got 95%|of the larva measurements...

losing battery power...|walkie-talkie...

Should we head back to camp|and replace them?

Report back to base.

Copy that, headed back.

I found some tissue|under the fingernail.

Let's head back and take|care of this battery situation.

Here.

Did you see that?

I swear it was...

someone|in an orange prison suit.

A lifer jump suit.

You been smoking|some of Larry's pot?

Group "A", Group "A",|return to base camp.

Over.

Group "A", Group "B",|can you hear me?

Larry, where|the hell are you?

Professor?

Professor?

Hello?

Anyone there?

Hello?

No.

Oh my god, oh my god,|oh my god!

Oh, god!

Kate?

Oh, Christ, Pat.

I'm in the middle of|electrophoresis on the corpse.

Oh, I'm sorry, dude.

Should I leave you two|alone to get it on?

Here.

Did you get anything|out of the walkies?

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