"I'm officially a vegetarian," said Colt as he added another organ into a plastic pouch, sealed it, and tucked it into ME's ice cooler.
"Not me," said Dr. Murphy, who turned out to be as merry as her first name. In fact, her sunshine-y attitude was somewhat disconcerting. "I love a good, rare steak."
"Ugh. Enough with the food talk." Blue picked up a section of small bowel. "Do you need all off this?"
"Yep. Just curl it like a garden hose."
"No. I'm not doing that. At all. Ever." Blue tugged the slippery entrails away from the pile of organs. The stench of human waste was worsening. Or maybe it was the organs that reeked. Whoever had attacked Gary Franklin had taken his time, killing him in one place, staging him in another.
