"Begin log. Male caucasian subject, estimated age around 27 years. Slight blunt force trauma to the right temple, possibly from a struggle. Subject suffered multiple cuts, abrasions, and contusions to the hands, wrists, and forearms, typical of defensive wounding. One gunshot wound to the lower left abdomen, signs of stippling around the wound suggests the bullet was fired at close range. Fresh injection site noted on the left jugular, though lack of blood or bruising seems to suggest it was made post-mortem. Will have to run a full tox-screen once I-"
"Freeze! Drop the weapon!"
Corveaux sighed in frustration and stood up from the body he had been examining, facing away from the police officer and the light he was shining at him.
"Always interrupted during the good parts," he muttered to himself irritatedly, then, raising his voice, "Which would you rather me do, officer?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your orders were quite, shall we say, diametrically opposed. Would you rather that I 'freeze,' as you initially ordered, or drop this oh-so-dangerous 'weapon?'"
For effect, Corveaux held up his right hand so the beam from the officers flashlight illuminated his tape recorder. He almost smiled to himself as the cop sputtered a bit, the beam flicking down to the body then back up to him.
"You must be new to your beat, so a general nervousness for an unknown situation is understandable," Corveaux said, slowly starting to turn. Immediately, the light steadied on him.
"I said freeze!"
"Ah, so that's the order you want to go with. Very well," he said. "However, if I had killed this man, do you really believe I would be idiotic enough to stay here and take detailed notes on how I did it?"
"Shut up and don't move," the officer said. Reaching down, he pulled his walkie out and turned it on. "Dispatch, we have a situation on 43rd and Vine. One DB, one possible-"
Corveaux turned around to face to officer, who nearly dropped his flashlight as he lost his composure.
"Oh s***! You're... you're-"
"Doctor Corveaux, at you're service," Corveaux said with an overly elaborate hat swooping bow. He then straightened up, adjusted his plague doctor mask, and placed his hat back on his head with a flourish. "I don't suppose this validates my claim of innocence at all?"
"Don't you move, don't you DARE f****** move!" the officer stammered out, by this point having dropped the walkie, drawn his gun and pointed it shakily at the Doctor. Corveaux snickered a little.
"Of course it doesn't. One thing does occur to me though: weren't the standing orders concerning one Doctor Corveaux 'shoot on sight?'"
There was a brief pause followed by the sound of the hammer on the officers gun being pulled back.
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