CJ turned to the stranger and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Dr. Noah Grayson.” The dusting of beard on the stranger gave CJ a shiver down his spine. The ADA could clearly see the muscles rippling under the damp shirt. He swallowed hard as he turned away.<br/><br/>The two were able to continue through into the morgue. It smelled…well it smelled foul to CJ. He was never a big science whiz, stuck with history and English. He assumed the meat head that followed him preferred gym. His lip curled into a smile, meeting the stranger in a locker room would have easily made gym CJ’s favorite as well.<br/><br/>The stranger continued to follow, a bit unnerving, but it was his prerogative and it was probably better to walk into the morgue than the alternative. The attorney continued with confidence down the eerie halls and entered the main receiving room. “Dr. Noah Grayson.” A lab tech pointed to a doctor hunched over a body bag. CJ took a deep breath and then walked over.<br/><br/>“Dr. Grayson, I’m Christopher Simons from the District Attorney’s Office. I’ve been sent to discuss Alfred Swanson’s case with you.”  He watched Dr. Grayson zip closed the bag and then stand, pulling off gloves. CJ held his badge for Noah to see, always formal and wound tightly.<br/><br/>“Logan McNally,” CJ heard from behind him. “Major Case, Seattle PD.”<br/><br/>The attorney turned slightly. The stranger was a cop, and the one assigned to the case. It gave CJ goose bumps.<br/>