At this point, Raymond couldn't ask for anything more. Their goal was to run an autopsy and walk out with the results, not to make a poor innocent man lose his job.They watched him as he went inside the frizzy room to speak to the anatomist on the phone. Raymond had no choice than to let him do his own part of the deal.“He will be here in at least twenty minutes.” He whispered to them as he walked out of the room.“So we could quickly go out and grab a drink, right?” Raymond requested, cutting an eye for Isabella.“Yes, you can go.” He replied with relief. Raymond seems to give him a hard time.While they were away, he wished they could disappear and never come back. To him, Isa wasn't the problem but Raymond was the problem he had.Minutes later, they both walked back inside the office energetically. Isa was holding two cups of the creamy juice.“You can have this too. You are a good man.” She said and handed a cup to the morgue attendant.He collected the creamy juice with a grin
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