[See Debra jolt as there's a voice, and a face on her phone.] Shit!
Who the hell are you? [Calm down Debra. Names don't matter. Location intel first.] I mean, I wasn't expecting anyone to, you know, answer me. Are you just as confused about this [She holds up her toe tag and waves it around the video feed.] as I am?
Slightly less, I'd say, but that's about as big an achievement as being happier than Eeyore. You can leave the morgue, y'know. The rest of this place ain't much better, but it is a little less morbid than the corpse storage unit, so it's got that going for it, at least.
Oh. Right. [She'll get right on that clothing thing as soon as she's like... not on video.] Hey, is there like a... police department around here? I'm with the Miami Metro Police Department, and if someone's going to pull shit like this I'm filing a damn complaint.
I don't know, but I can tell you this - if there is one, good luck getting anything filed. Looks like Horatio Caine's taken an extended leave, along with all the other locals.
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Who the hell are you? [Calm down Debra. Names don't matter. Location intel first.] I mean, I wasn't expecting anyone to, you know, answer me. Are you just as confused about this [She holds up her toe tag and waves it around the video feed.] as I am?
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[Even though she hates filing paperwork with a passion.]
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