<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Evelyn Meyer - The Disgraced Doctor</span></div><br/><br/>Los Angeles, California<br/>The Abandoned Warehouse<br/><br/>Evelyn propped a hand on her hip and glared at Bert.  "I'll look at him myself, thanks.  Whoever your 'guy' is I'm sure he's less skilled than I am."  It wasn't a brag, precisely, more of a statement of fact.  She may be disgraced, but she was still one of the most qualified doctors or coroners in all of California.  And Evelyn wasn't one to play down her own talents.  She wasn't one to boast, either, but if her skills were in question you could bet she would defend them.<br/><br/>At James' suggestion that he accompany her to look at the body, Evelyn raised an eyebrow.  She considered it for a moment, as the others chimed in.  He was young, yes, but eager.  And there again was that flash of hidden pain in his eyes.  It was that momentary lapse into anxiety that really determined Evelyn to say yes.  Something about it told Evelyn he could handle it, if he was determined to.  "Alright, so long as you don't touch anything or get in the way, you can come."  She watched him over the rim of her mug as she took another sip of her coffee, wondering what had prompted this sudden interest in her work.  Sure, he was always anxious to start learning the real work, but everyone else's tasks were more exciting and less gory.  It surprised her to find James interested in her work.  It would be interesting to see how he reacted once he stood before the body, especially of someone he had known so well and cared about.  But then, Evelyn already suspected he had practice in shoving his concerns and emotions to the dark corners of his mind, so maybe he would be okay after all.  She even saw something of herself in James' desire for real work - well, the version of herself that had existed before her colossal mistake, anyway.  She just hoped nothing like that would happen to disrupt the boy's determination.  She didn't like who she had become after she lost her spark.<br/><br/>Evelyn looked skeptically at Bert's file, watching as Alexandra re-entered the room and took the papers from him.  If her hand shook a little as she opened the file, Evelyn pretended not to notice.  She well knew how cold and impersonal those reports were.  They weren't written with the families in mind.  It would be hard for anyone who knew the victim to see in bold, unfiltered text how their loved one had died, even if the procedure had been done correctly and with care.  From the faces Alexandra and Tommy made as they scanned over the paper, Evelyn seriously doubted that was the case here.<br/><br/>Her hand itched to take the paper from them, but she managed to restrain herself, waiting impatiently to hear what exactly made the pair look so incensed.  Clearly it was a botched job, perhaps even intentionally so.  She bit the inside of her cheek and raised her eyebrows.  It made her gnash her teeth to wait while others kept information to themselves.  She was useless without the facts, and here she was sitting on her hands while people less qualified read those facts.  "Well?" she asked, finally, unable to contain her curiosity any more.