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Lana hurried down the hallway, shoving her thoughts back into some semblance of calm, and her face into a perfect mask.
The morgue door was locked as well. "Breaking and entering. How quickly these things become routine." She stepped aside to let Badd have the first crack at this one. "It won't be easy to go back, provided we can find a way."
It never was. She'd stepped over that line without a choice in the matter, but when had she known? Memory cheated, and she couldn't really say. When had the evidence gone from merely improbably to impossible, and how many times had she just not looked closely enough. Even when it wasn't her case, or Damon's? It was easy. All it took was abandoning true ethics, messy and bloody, for the sheen of quick justice. None of them were coming out of this with their hands clean, except possibly Ema.
And she wanted to go into forensic science. The lab boys -- and girls -- had a few advantages, but there wasn't a department that was immune, and Lana couldn't help wanting to protect her.