“We have the DNA results on those bones, Chief. The feet don’t match. They belong to two different skeletons.”
“Great Caesar’s ghost! Two John Does! Are you sure?”
“Of course I’m sure. I’m a CSI. But if it’s a ghost you’re after now, there’s not much more my lab team and I can do for you. We’re forensic scientists, not parapsychologists. We don’t use EVP recorders in our work. That would be against AAFS standards.”
“It’s just a minced oath. Forget I even said it.”
“Is ‘good gravy’ a minced oath as well?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact it is.”
“I know that, Chief. I’m just messing with you.”
“Can we get back to the case, please? Any positive IDs on the feet?”
“Not yet, but we should have something soon.”
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