“Jesus Logan, what happened to you?” Alex Eames asked as she went to get coffee. Mike Logan looked terrible, covered in red welts and sweating.
“Eh, just some poison ivy,” Logan shrugged.
“Really? Where’d you pick that up camping?” As Alex listened to Logan explain how the voodoo priestess had tricked him into picking up a candle coated in poison ivy oil her smile grew wider and wider.
“Well, at least it’s nothing serious.”
“Yeah, tell me that when I’m trying to sleep at night,” Logan muttered and Alex chuckled all the way to her desk. Her partner, Bobby Goren looked up as she sat down and titled his head to study her.
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“Logan has poison ivy.”
“Oh,” Bobby returned to his work, “He’s had that for awhile.”
“And just how long have you known this?”
“Weeks and weeks,” He waved a hand dismissively.
“You know, you could have told him. He had to go see another voodoo priestess to make sure it wasn’t some sort of curse.”
“Why would he think it was a curse? Doesn’t he know what poison ivy is?” Alex shook her head, typical Bobby.
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