Book Five, Chapter 82: Rolling Silver
On-Screen
“And you’re telling me for certain that I cannot touch the body?” Andrew asked.
“Don’t touch the body. Don’t touch the necklace. Don’t touch anything,” I said, trying to sound panicked. “Not with your hands at least.”
He rolled his eyes.
“Well, we’re not going to get much of an autopsy done, are we?” he asked.
“Just look at her. Can’t you tell anything just by looking at her?” I asked.
Andrew glanced down at what remained of Clara Withers. We were back On-Screen almost immediately after we left it because he was technically examining a dead body, which activated his TheSlabtrope.
In many ways, it felt like a misfire because he didn’t actually have time to examine her properly. My insistence on forbidding him from touching her or her necklace certainly didn't help. The whole thing seemed off, yet we were On-Screen, and we had to play our parts.
Still, he was careful. Using a probe he carried in his pocket, he moved around her hair and clothes, examining them as best he could. He was unimpeachably methodical.