A team of investigators arrived at the scene, Polaroid cameras and airtight evidence baglets in hand. They split up, two men on the left and the woman on the right. One man snapped pictures, leaning closely over the body.
The coroner poked one cold arm. "She's in near-perfect condition."
"Like the court will care about that." The man with the camera rolled his eyes.
"Hey now, she's of some worth." The woman carefully gathered samples with gloves fitted tightly around her hands.
"Ha, they only care what they can get out of her. She's not really even evidence. It's the samples and pictures they want." The camera man leaned over the body's head, snapping close ups of the untouched face.
"What killed her?" The woman paused to glance at the coroner.
"Oh, well, it looks like she served her purpose. The publisher had no further use of her, so they must have poisoned her water supply. But that's just a preliminary guess."
"They do that?" The woman failed to resume, her jaw dropping an inch. "That's...a lot of dead authors."
"Oh, she'll wake up sooner or later. The jury will need a book out of her." The camera man stood up, finished with gathering pictures.
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