[GGH] Dead Women Tell Many Tales

[George Woodman]

Time: Day 3, Early Afternoon
Weather: Cloudy
Warnings: Dead Naked Chicks, French Doctors, Red Seeds
Characters: Francis York Morgan, George Woodman, Emily Wyatt (CLOSED)

George walked into the lobby of the hospital. It was less than 24 hours since his last visit and he wasn't particularly thrilled to be here again, especially with Agent Morgan. "At least I won't have to speak to that damn lawyer again. he thought, straightening his hat.

He walked up to the receptionist at the frontdesk. "Hello there. I'm here to take a look at the results for Anna Graham's autopsy." he said to the young girl.

"Of course, Sheriff Woodman. Dr. Coquebloque is waiting for you down in the morgue. Just take the door on the right where you enter, follow hall to the stairway, go down and just go straight." she said in a friendly voice.

"Thank you. I'm waiting for a couple others as well. Deputy Wyatt and the FBI Agent Morgan." George replied.

"Ohh, very well. you can sit over there while you wait for them." she smiled.

He walked over to one of the seats and sat back. He stretched his arms and let out a sigh. "Those two should be here soon. Assuming Agent Morgan hasn't started any more food fights." he thought, tapping his foot.

[Francis York Morgan]

If the Greenvale hospital had seemed over-sized when Tamika first drove him there, York was astonished at how much bigger it looked now that he was a little more aware of his surroundings, especially in daylight. The red shingled roof was even brighter against the dull gray backdrop of the sky, and the place looked unusually homey for such a large medical center. Still, hospitals were like airports. There was a certain vibe about such places that the buildings themselves couldn't shake, no matter how comfortable they were designed to be... But Greenvale General Hospital was certainly trying its damndest, and the effort showed.

Trotting through the front doors with the assumption that Emily would be not far behind, York spotted George's black Stetson almost immediately. Heading towards it, he reflected that the day had started out pretty well, except for the unfortunate spillage of perfectly good coffee and the threat of airborne donuts. Aside from that, he was eager to be getting on with things; the sooner they could confirm what he and Zach already knew, the sooner they could get to the real meat of the investigation.

"Zach, check out this lobby," he whispered as he walked. "Looks like business as usual. Things sure seemed to have settled down quickly from last night... It just goes to show that no matter how calm the pool is, or how hard you throw a pebble into it, the splash and the ripples disappear in a matter of seconds."

<Sounds like futility to me,> the voice said. <What's the point of anything, if nothing you do makes a difference?>

"Hey, Zach! Don't depress me now, not when things are getting good. What's the matter? I know you're not a morning person, but you usually confine the existential observations to weekends at lunchtime- Oops, here we are."

York stopped two feet from the Sheriff's broad back as he sat in his chair and said loudly, "George, you can stop relaxing now. I'm here and so is Emily, and I'm ready to take a look at the dead girl."

[Emily Wyatt]

Emily locked up her car as York continued on ahead into the hospital lobby. She hoped George wasn't waiting too long for their arrival. Truthfully she was baffled why he couldn't wait and ride with them. That's how they usually did things, they were going to the same place after all.

She sighed, who knew what was going through that big head of his, maybe he had some other errands today? It's not like he had to answer to her.

She jogged a bit to catch up and reached the two just in time to hear York's greeting to the Sheriff.

She bit her injured lip and winced. Ugh she needs to stop doing that!

Oh geeze York..not the best way to greet someone, I hope it doesn't put George in a bad mood right before we take a look at Anna...

[George Woodman]

George sat back in the uncomfortable lobby chair, tapping his foot. He wondered exactly what Agent Morgan hoped to find that the doctor or himself would not be able to find. He was also hoping that at least the man would show some respect for the dead. The man had been untactful in every other situation that he saw him in, the last thing he need was him waxing poetics about Anna's dead body or doing anything else...unsavory.

The darker side of George, however, was content. "Search as you might, Morgan, you'll never be able to link this murder back to me."

A few minutes later, the Agent came through the front door of the hospital, causing George to look over. His first comment ruined any chance that the autopsy might not be a harrowing experience for George. "Can't you at least pretend to show some respect for Anna's dead body." he thought, his stare turning into a glare. Emily had followed in soon after. He stood up once she entered.

"The doctor has the results ready. Follow me down to the morgue this way." George said and walked towards the door. He turned back while opening it. "Try not to get too excited, Agent Morgan." he added and then led the two towards the morgue.

[Francis York Morgan]

"This place is enormous!" York exclaimed as they walked. "Like a labyrinth of white walls and florescent lighting. It must take an hour just to get from the maternity ward to the trauma center... Now I'm not certain about the exact architecture, but in my mind, the words 'maternity' and 'trauma' don't sound like they should be very close to each other. Though I'm sure any woman in labor would tell me differently."

Slowing until he was matching pace with Emily, he lowered his voice and said, "Say, Emily, I have a question. Did Agent Henning ever happen to mention what he was doing in the hospital? You said he came in with someone, too. What was her name?"

[Emily Wyatt]

Emily followed George and York down the pristine white hospital hallways. She could tell by George's stiff walk and super fast pace that he was 1) In a bad mood and 2) A big hurry to get this over with.

Probably can't wait for York to find a reason not to stay so he can send him packing.

When York slowed down and asked her a direct question about Henning she slowed her pace even further so George could get several more paces ahead of them and not over hear. She wasn't sure if he was still in a "Tell York nothing unrelated to the murder investigation" mood. So the less he could hear the better.

Really York, you need to work on your timing. You could have asked me this things in the safety of the ride over!

With her eyes fixed on George's back she said in a low voice out of the corner of her mouth, "Yes he did. He was bringing a Ms. Charlotte Jacobs to the ER after she took a fall down some stairs. On their way here some maniac tried to run them off the road! George and I have to poke around and see if we can find an owner of a car with rusty-"

Emily thought she saw George about to turn back in their direction and cut her explanation short. She also sped up to give the appearance no words had transpired between herself and York.

[George Woodman]

As George was walking down the sterile, while hallways, he was listening to what Morgan was saying. He rolled his eyes. "I take it you don't get many dates, Agent Morgan." he thought. His mood was gradually getting worse.

He asked Emily about what Agent David was doing in the hospital. "Don't encourage him, Emily." he thought. Unfortunately, she wasn't a mind reader. Fortunately, she kept it brief, sparing him too much of York's banter.

Their feet eventually took them past the morgue. George looked through the windows on the doors. Several cases for bodies lined the walls, filing cabinets for dead people. "This is always my favorite part." he thought in a sarcastic voice. However, he had seen enough dead bodies in his career to at least go in without his stomach ready to give up breakfast.

The three enter the autopsy room. Anna was already set up, with a blanket across her body that ended about her breasts and her arms hanging on the outside. Next to her was a man in his 30's, clad in a doctor's coat and sporting a small mustache and brown eyes. George recognized the man. It was none other than Doctor Coquebloque. When he noticed the three, he lit up.

"Ahh, bonjour. You arrived a good time. Good to see you are doing well, Shérif Woodman." he said enthusiastically, shaking the Sheriff's hand. He moved on to Emily "Ahh, and course, ze Belle Madame Wyatt." He took Emily's and kissed it, causing George to raise an eyebrow. "Could this guy get any more stereotypical?" he thought, rolling his eyes.

He finally turned to Morgan. "Ahh, you must be Monsieur Special FBI Agent Francis York Morgan. My colleagues were talking you all this morning. Some were saying you go by the code name "Scar Face", is that true?" he asked.

"Its good to see you are doing much better. When you came in last night, I heard you were delirious. I must say it is an honor to have an important Government Agent such as yourself visit zis small town of Greenvale. Why..." he was about to ask about to ask him something else, but George cut him off. "Doctor Guillaume Coquebloque, could you please skip the chatter, we need to hear the results of the autopsy." he demanded.

"Ohh right, very well Shérif Woodman..." he said, with a hint of dejection.

"The sooner we get this done, the sooner Agent Morgan leaves..."

((Anyone may RP Dr. Coquebloque.))

[Francis York Morgan]

<A rusty car!> the voice exclaimed. <Hey, York. That does sound familiar, doesn't it?>

"As does the name Charlotte Jacobs," York replied, slightly regretful that he was the one who always had to try and keep the excitement from his own voice. Zach was free to yell it from the mountaintops... Not that Zach had ever been the noisy type.

"Well, well. Seems like David tracked her down without our help after all. Good for him... Although the fact that their presence in the hospital last night may be connected to our own accident is troubling. We're really going to have to get some straight answers from that guy."

He put the thought of Agent Henning and Charlotte Jacobs away in a drawer for later as they entered the morgue. The room was cool, dark, and somehow unpleasantly free of smell. York knew what dead bodies smelled like before the doctors got to them with their chemicals and preservation fluids, and while it wasn't that the odor appealed to him exactly, it seemed unnatural when there was a corpse in the room that was indistinguishable to the nose from a bottle of embalming solution. It was like eating a pizza-flavored potato chip; the taste may have been accurate, but the texture of the food was all wrong.

The doctor was there waiting, and he greeted them with the grace and elegance of a Parisian waiter. The kissing of Emily's hand was so theatrical, York wanted to applaud. Then Coquebloque turned towards him and he almost held out his own hand.

"Not at all, Guillaume. It's a pleasure to be here," York said, flashing his badge and thwarting George's attempt to steamroll the doctor into moving faster. "By the way, what's 'Scar Face' in French? It's not my code name, but I may have to adapt it if I think it suits me."

"Pour vous?" Coquebloque beamed. "Zat would be, ah, let me zee... 'Visage marqué'. You like?"

"Not bad... Think I'll stick with just plain 'York' for now," the agent said, grinning back. "Though ' Monsieur FBI Special Agent Francis York Morgan' does have a ring to it. Now, Coquebloque, I'm curious about something... What's your opinion on pizza-flavored potato chips? I ask purely out of an interest in medical science. You don't have to answer me now, just think about it and get back to me after we hear those autopsy results. We don't want to keep the monarch waiting, after all."

[Emily Wyatt]

On entering the morgue Emily could not suppress a small shiver. As eager as she was to get started on this murder investigation she had been dreading this necessary trip for days now.

After the doctor's introductions she strayed to the back of the group with her eyes trained either on the floor, Agent York's loafers or the doctor's rather large and ridiculously shiny bald spot. Seriously, the glare off that sucker could blind someone.

Seeing Anna cut open and strung up in that tree was enough to fuel Emily's nightmares for weeks. So when she finally mustered the courage to look at the girl on the table she was relieved to see this time she was covered. With that green sheet hiding her wounds Emily could easily pretend the girl was merely sleeping...in the morgue.

Agent York seemed really fascinated by the doctor, from what she could hear anyway. She was still focusing on the oh so fascinating morgue tile work. She mused that it had to be the man's accent. Personally it reminded her of Pepé Le Pew and this realization actually got her to grin (just a little). However, even with that mental image she still had to braced herself when Pepé started to go over his findings.

"From zee onset of rigor mortis, time of death iz estimated to be between 20:00 and 22:00. Moi visual examination shows zhe suffered two exterior wounds."

The doctor pointed to his neck, "Pressure marks here suggest strangulation as vell as a long cut from zee chest to abdomen. Her skull was fractured as vell..now dis injury was sustained after death."

Emily subconsciously began to rub her right arm, a silly comforting gesture really...and her eyes fell back to the tile floor.

Breath in...breathe out....breathe in....breathe out. You can make it through this Emily, life isn't pretty and now is the time to be a God DAMN professional. You OWE it to Anna to face these grisly facts head on!

With renewed determination she forced herself to focus on Anna's angelic face as Pepé continued.

"From zee blood marks on her right hand it look like she was clutching something round when she died. A locket perhaps? Zee killer used a...ah very sharp knife. It vas inserted beneath the sternum and then veeeery quickly sliced downwards!"

As if his words were not enough to create a picture he mimed the action over Anna's body, much to Emily's displeasure...

"Cause of death iz the excessive blood loss by her internal organs as a result of such a wound. Based on the vizual evidence I zay she waz how do you zay? Not fighter? No...no put up a resistance. Eh-You zee-no no...defensive wounds like cuts or scrapes. Zhere are no marks that indicate she vas ever bound or beaten too. I scrapped her nails but I'm afraid zey came up clean with no trace evidence from zee killer."

No defensive wounds? Was she drugged or just that quickly overpowered? Emily shuddered again at the thought.

Suddenly the doctor stood straight and snapped his fingers to gain all of their attention. He beckoned them all a little closer and pointed at Anna's partially open mouth. "Ah! Zee killer also removed her tongue with some sort of dull or blunt instrument...very sad...Zee Mademoiselle- she would have been unable to cry for help."

An involuntary gasp escaped Emily and her hands flew to her mouth in a needless protective gesture toward her own tongue.

What sort of sick son of a bitch could do this? She knew practically everyone in this small town, could one of Greenvale's own commit such atrocities?

[George Woodman]

George rolled his eyes after York flashed his badge to Dr. Coquebloque. "Insecure, Agent Morgan? That you have to flash your badge to everyone. A real man's authority speaks for itself." he thought, sneering.

He stood back and waited for the doctor to give his findings. Of course, Morgan had to hold him up with even more insipid questions, something about a Scar Face and pizza flavored potato chips. His demeanor became more and more surreal the more he listened. "Ugghh, at least Agent Dave had the courtesy to make sense when he spoke. I'm starting to have doubts that this guy is even an actual Agent in the first place." he thought. He gave a stern, impatient expression to Morgan and the doctor, indicating his desire to listen to the results.

He crossed his arms while listening to the doctor's explanation. Not once did his expression change. He kept the same serious, professional expression throughout the explanation, nodding occasionally whenever he finished. Tragic as it may be, the Sheriff of Greenvale would never show weakness at a little blood and gore.

His mind, on the other hand, danced. He remembered the night. Anna, like a cat in heat, begging for George on the altar. The red seeds only made her more susceptible and her skimpy lingerie only made her more delicious. However, that night, he wasn't there for simple pleasure, he had business to accomplish. Then, in the heat of passion, he moved in for the kill. She tried to run, but she tripped and he pinned her down, causing her to go submissive. He could still feel the ecstasy that went through his body as he bit her tongue clean off with his powerful jaws, as well as plunging the knife inside of her, all without a fight. It was his first step to immortality...

But the handprint Dr. Coquebloque mention made him remember something... the locket!

"Dammit, I forgot to retrieve the locket." he thought. He needed that locket, but now it was gone. Hopefully, for him, he'd be able to find it soon.

"So, her tongue was cut off and her body cut open, and she offer no resistance?" George inquired, attempting to sound as though he was not involved. "But there are more ways of keeping someone complacent than with simple ropes..." he started.

"She was drugged. Of course. She must have been somewhere with a drink, perhaps a party, and then someone slipped something in her drink. While she was drugged, the killer was able to sneak her out and take her all the way to Greenvale Forest Park. From there, he was able to has his way with her and then kill her when he was done, to prevent her from telling his story. All without leaving behind evidence or witnesses." George finished.

"But the tongue...that's what disturbs me the most. This killer must have been a lonely man...couldn't converse with or form a relationship with a woman normally, so he had to resort to drugs and kidnapping. The cutting of the tongue robbed her of any ability to speak back to him. It was perfect for him. He had someone he could do whatever he wanted to with that could not possibly answer back. To see something like this happen to an innocent young girl with hopes and dream...breaks my heart." he looked towards the ground solemnly...

"Now...who to pin this on...."

[Francis York Morgan]

York was too busy listening to the doctor to pay much attention to Emily or George, but as Coquebloque began winding down, neither of them seemed to be handling it particularly well. Emily was practically hyperventilating, and George was so stiff and dead of eye that he was obviously trying to mask some deep emotion. Then the Sheriff started in with his half-baked theories, and York took the extra time to walk around to the other side of the body, to where Anna's right hand lay half closed on the metal slab. Secrets... Everyone had them, and they only sank deeper after death.

The Grim Reaper is quite an inconvenient fellow, isn't he, Zach? If only he would wait for justice to be served before stepping in, our jobs would be a whole lot easier....

George finished talking, and York glanced up. "Well, George, those sound like solid hypotheses. However, I take it you're not speaking from personal experience with such matters, because the evidence isn't quite there to back them up. Guillame, I assume you haven't fully completed your diagnostics?"

As he spoke, he was lifting the sheet covering Anna's body and peering beneath. The doctor looked uncomfortable, but made no move to stop him.

"Ah, no, I have not... No, how you say, 'splitting' on my part. No internal analysis. Zis conclusions are based on external trauma only."

"Then I guarantee you won't find traces of drugs in her system... Not the regular kind, anyway," York said, lowering the sheet. "Who would drug her to the point of immobility, then deliberately bother to remove the instrument of speech? If she was too out of it to fight him off, she wouldn't have been able to form any intelligible words beyond moans and groans anyway. And you can do that with or without a tongue."

Moving past the doctor, York leaned over the corpse to peer into Anna's mouth, still partially open as if waiting for her eternal kiss to finally end. "Not to mention the fact that whatever she was clutching so desperately in her hand was still there at the time of death. You're both familiar with the term 'rigor mortis'? You're wrong about Anna not putting up a fight, George... All of her strength went into her hand, willing it to protect that one thing... Keep it safe from her attacker. It's unknown whether she succeeded, but I guess we'll find out eventually."

He continued, looking up from Anna's empty face, "Whatever it was she was holding, it must have been important, more important to her than her own life. Which means it was either extremely personally valuable to her or her killer, or she saw her life as so forfeitable at that moment that the object had become worth more than the hope of escape... Perhaps she intended to leave us a clue. It takes a lot of bravery, to be so considerate even in the face of your own mortality."

He gazed around at the three living people standing before him in the dimness, then said abruptly, "Of the males in this room, which one of you would you say is the most warm-blooded?"

[George Woodman]

After George gave his version of how the events went down, Morgan spoke up. George didn't appreciate having his theories questioned by the Agent, and felt his authority being challenged. "It's on, Agent Morgan..." he thought.

"I assume you have a good reason for not completing the internal analysis, Dr. Coquebloque. I won't have this investigation held up by incomplete information." George said sternly to the doctor, crossing his arms.

"You see, Shérif Woodman, ze internal analysis takes a bit more time, plus with last nights commotion, I..."

"I don't want excuses." George interrupted. "We'll deal with the internal analysis later, for now, we can only draw conclusions based off external analysis..."

He turned to Morgan to argue his points.

"True, if she was out of it, she wouldn't be able to form any sort of intelligible speech, but then again, criminals do not exactly think rationally the way you and I do in the heat of the moment. Perhaps the removal of the tongue was more symbolic: to permanently remove the ability for her to speak, drugs or no."

He straightened his black Stetson and stared at Morgan, wondering why she would focus all her strength on one area.

"Why would she focus all of her strength on one area just to protect something from her attacker?" he asked. "Again, people do not think clearly in the heat of the moment. Chances are very slim she'd be thinking more about some trinket of sentential value than her own life..."

He paced back and forth, gesturing as he made his points. "So, what sort of clue do you suppose she was leaving us? I've been in law enforcement for over 20 years. In my time, I've noticed that more often than not, clues left by the deceased tend to be red herrings left by the killer. How can you be certain that this isn't one of them?"

Both Dr. Coquebloque and George were taken aback by Morgan's question about warm-blooded males. "I'd prefer it if you kept your sexual preferences out of this investigation, Morgan!" he thought.

Dr. Coquebloque stammered a bit. "Well, I am not familiar with zis, 'warm-blooded' concept you Americans speak of..."

"He means whether you consider yourself a passionate man, Dr. Coquebloque." George answered.

"Ahh, passionate! Oui, I am very passionate about many things. Ze arts! Fine wine! Beautiful women, such things fill me with joy!" he sighed dreamily.

George tilted the brim of his Stetson down. "Well, I certainly consider myself an All-American warm-blooded male. You could say I'm very passionate about women." George said to Morgan.

"Where do you plan to go with that, Morgan?"

[Emily Wyatt]

Emily watched the verbal exchange between York and George as if it were a ping pong match.

She shot Pepé a pitying glace and thought George was a bit too hard on him. They saw first had how hectic it was last night! With the hospital so short staffed it's not surprising he couldn't get everything done...though she thought it was strange the doctor called them all down here if his findings were incomplete?

York's question about passion surprised her. What did that have to do with anything? So strange. Though the doctor's response made her smile, it didn't surprise her that Pepé was passionate about the arts, wine and beautiful women.

George's response however did surprise her. He was passionate about women? Since when? That was news to her! Besides asking her out back in high school (which truthfully confused her to this day as to why) she hasn't seen him show the slightest interest in any woman.

Over the years she had seen several women, including the attractive Greenvale Gazette reporter, Jollene Parker, try in vain to snag his attention but still George seemed unaffected. Emily was starting to believe that Thomas had more of a chance of actually gaining George's affections then any Greenvale women, until now that is...

Did George have his eye on some lucky lady now? If so who? But more importantly... could she help him in his confession in any way?

Mentaly she went through all the women she and George have recently come into contact with.

Linda from HR? No, they barely talk. She couldn't think of any other unattached females in the department besides the new recruit, Miranda, but she only 19! Way too young for George!

Emily continued her musing, could it be that attractive new Greenvale High Administrator, Elle Collins? Collins definitely seemed interested in George when they went to question her her about the vandalism in the school. She was constantly batting her eyelashes and twirling her black curly hair. Emily hadn't seen someone drop so many items on the floor that they had to bend over to retrieve.

George seemed rather annoyed at the time but maybe, just maybe, he saw something he liked?

Emily smiled. Oh they would make an adorable couple! She could see them in matching Stensons cheering the Greenvale High's Stags in their next homecoming game...

[Francis York Morgan]

"The heat of the moment! Very lyrical, George," York said approvingly. "If only we had you around to spice up our reports at the Bureau; they'd be far more entertaining to read. And that phrase, 'A trinket of sentimental value'... It just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?"

There was a long, slightly awkward pause. York continued on as if nothing had happened.

"We don't have enough evidence to confirm whether the object Anna was holding is a red herring or not, it's true. But the only way to pursue this investigation is to treat each and every lead as genuine until proven otherwise... And whoever has that object now may also have another key to this puzzle. As for passion, well..."

York picked up a pair of forceps from a tray by the side of the bed and pointed with them at Coquebloque and George in turn.

"Guillaume, your attraction to woman is based purely on aesthetics. Women, art, wine... A package deal, in other words. It's almost like a cultural pursuit for you. Throw in two tickets to a romantic hot-spot of your choice and you'd be a happy camper, right?"

He turned to George without waiting for a response. "George, you're like most other men here in Greenvale and the rest of the world: Ruled by instinct, the carnal pleasures that life has to offer. Sex isn't an ideal, it's a carrot on a stick. Nothing wrong with that; it's how our half of the species operates. But you're probably all wondering what this has to do with Anna..."

Taking his gaze off the others, York began poking the forceps around in the corpse's mouth as if he'd accidentally dropped something down her throat. He was still talking. "Our killer doesn't fit either of those profiles. He doesn't see love as a romantic getaway, and he's not like other normal, healthy men; obviously, or he wouldn't be a murderer in the first place. But he knows about the fundamentals, and he grasps the basic physical mechanics of the deed. No matter the kind of love he believes in, our killer is a passionate individual, and so it follows that he is an equally passionate kisser..."

York glanced up from his prodding just long enough to flash a rather unsettling grin at the doctor. "A dull instrument was used to remove her tongue, isn't that what you said, Guillaume? Well, let's see if the police can guess what it was. I don't want to hand everything to them on a silver platter. If they can't figure it out in under thirty seconds, why don't you explain it to them. Think of it as a kind of game show! Meanwhile..."

He went back to fishing around in Anna's mouth. Dr. Coquebloque shifted his shoulders uncomfortably, not meeting George's gaze, and shrugged.

[George Woodman]

George scowled at Morgan after his comment about being lyrical. "You're a funny man, Agent Morgan. You're lucky the FBI is a lot more lenient because you wouldn't last five minutes working for me." he thought.

He wanted to argue about the veracity of Morgan believing that the indent in Anna's hand was important, though he let it slide. He didn't have a solid argument and the more he debated it, the more suspicious he would look.

Dr. Coquebloque seemed to blush from York's description of his passion. "Oui, Monsieur York. Ze scenery makes all of ze difference. You ever take a woman with you into ze mountains. It is so romantic." he mused. George seemed to grudgingly agree with Coquebloque's enjoyment of mountains. "If only there were more mountains nearby Greenvale." George thought.

However, George didn't exactly enjoy being compared to a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick. He remained standing with his stern expression. "Yes, we are wondering, Agent Morgan. How about getting to the point instead of waxing poetic." he thought.

He was pleased to note, though, that what Morgan had described him as didn't fit the description of the killer. "Good, stray as far off the path as you can, Agent Morgan. It's for your own good really." he thought. He still maintain his stone cold expression though.

However, he wouldn't allow Morgan to have his little "gameshow". As he reached the forceps into Anna's mouth, George spoke up. "We don't have time to play games, Agent Morgan. If you seem to know how her tongue was removed, then by all means share it. But don't hold up the investigation for no reason." George crossed his arms. He wanted to make sure that Morgan was the one on the spot and not him.