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Date Posted: 12:30:30 07/31/03 Thu
Author: Lark (continuing the tale after coffee)
Subject: Not tanked... but awaiting fresh blood from others (hint, hint!)
In reply to: The Darkling 's message, "You want coffee with that? :)" on 21:21:49 07/26/03 Sat

Orlinsky approached the scene in his cruiser, smoking, and looking annoyed with Burgess in the passenger seat. Stopping just short of hitting the guy, he met McGrath, who was first on the scene, and had called it in. "Watcha got, George, another DOA?" he asked amiably. Burgess stood silently by, looking bored.

George McGrath looked up from the cracked and greasy cement of the alleyway, making notes, and grunted in reply while he continued writing. He already held a bag with a shell casing in his gloved hand; his partner, Tony Cimarrano, was taping off the ground where the body was covered, his nose wrinkled in disgust. Another cruiser arrived, and two more uniforms Orlinsky only vaguely recognized got out to start clearing the scene of the early morning crowd trying to play look-see. George handed Orlinsky the bag, "There was another murder tonight, Central Park, I heard it was similar -- someone went on a spree last night, I guess." Tony looked up, somewhat alarmed, Orlinsky could see.

"Don't sweat it, kid," Orlinsky smiled, appearing the seasoned pro. "I don't think it is," he continued confidently, "Let's see what we've got here." Tony was standing, but at a nod from McGrath, he bent to uncover the body for Orlinsky to view -- he didn't look down as he did it, his mouth twisted rather squeamishly, Jerry noted in amusement, but then he felt sick as well: neither he nor Bruno had taken her head.

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