#studiedbones

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@studiedbones                     He’d been hearing the whispers all month. A new part-time agent by the name of Isabelle Hogue had come to work in their office. Some sort of training program, maybe? Mostly what Noel had heard was bitter muttering about babysitting, and the word nepotism being bandied about in much the same way he imagined the word witchcraft was spoken in Salem in the late 1600s. So needless to say, by the time he was assigned to work with her on her second case, Noel had to admit that he was more than a little curious. Scientific minds, you know. You can’t turn them off. So he approached the body – on its surface, at least, the stabbing victim of a mugging gone wrong – an open-and-shut case, and it had been assigned to the new agent for that very reason, no doubt – with more than his usual level of interest. There was only one person at the scene – save the victim himself – whom Noel didn’t recognize, a petite blonde whose back was to him when he arrived, the agent standing over the body with her hands on her hips. That had to be the mysterious Agent Hogue, and he hurried to introduce himself.