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"Yep. Gotcha. We'll see about surveillance cameras, too."

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Solomon heads back to the desk. He looks for a nametag or any other identifying item on the desk and addresses the receptionst by name, as he starts turing the pages of the sign-in book back tot he day of the incident. "Ms. [name]. I'm sure you can help me out with this. My partner and I were two of the the agents injured last week while investigating the Route 70 Killer. We're wrapping up the investigation, but just need a couple more things. While I make a copy of this [the sign-in sheets], would you mind getting me the tapes from the surveilance cameras from 24 hours before the tragedy through today?"
 

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OOC: The name tag says Tina Hunter.

"Oh, the government men who came with the decontamination team took all the surveillance tapes. You can have a copy of today’s sign-in sheet but they took all the sheets from the past week as well." she says. She looks Solomon a smile. "Wasn't it just terrible. I am sure glad that I was off that day. Who would have thought that the Route 70 Killer had the plague!"
 
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Solomon nods and says, "No one was as surprised as we were, Tina. When they took Santana's body, who signed it over to the team? Ther would have been another pathologist involved, since D. Gutierrez hadn't finished the autopsy, right?
 



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"That would be Dr. Cortez. He is the assistant medical examiner." Tina says.

"Thanks," Solomon says, smiling, "Is he in today? Mind if we go in to see him - just to tie up a loose end or two. Thanks."
 

"We'll be right there." Andrews says as he hangs up, and looks at the floor, "*CED*". He opens the door and walks back down the hall. "Brown, time to go.", he says, tossing him the car keys. "Hobbson wants to see us." he says, the annoyance at the situation is obvious in his voice, "I'll bet you a 5th of scotch that we're getting yanked off this case like a burning flapjack on the griddle." For once, his Southern roots show through.
 

Solomon catches them, "We gotta go right now? Tina, here, was just about to introduce us to the coroner who signed the body out to NSA. She was telling me how surprised she was that Santana had plague." A brief pause "I'll take a pass on that bet, by the way."
 
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