Forensic Science Department, morgue.
Two middle-aged white men, pushing a gurney with a body bag, were about to leave.
A handsome, dark-haired young man, however, stood at the elevator entrance, blocking their path.
"Gentlemen, I'm sorry, but you can't go this way!"
Dean scrutinized the two.
One of the middle-aged white men was bald, wore black-rimmed glasses, and exuded an air of 'intelligence.' The other was slight of build, his eyes darting around frequently and subconsciously, giving him a shrewd, almost crafty, outward appearance.
If one were to judge by appearances, Dean would peg these two as the 'clever' sort.
He couldn't help but wonder. These two? They were the ones who produced the Chief of Detectives' signed order?
"Hey, buddy, we're working here. Can you step aside?" the slim, middle-aged white man said, stepping forward with a smile to negotiate with Dean.
