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“Mr. Palmer, is there some logical reason why Ms. Sciuto’s boots are currently residing in my morgue?”
“No, Dr. Mallard. I mean yes. One of the heels is loose and I told her I’d fix it with the adhesive we use in skeletal reconstruction.”
True, but also a lie and he suspects Ducky has seen through him, which is still better than Ducky actually seeing him a few minutes earlier, fiercely stroking himself until he came in a frenzy triggered by the combined scents of leather and Abby.
“Please play cobbler on your own time, Mr. Palmer.”
“Yes, Dr. Mallard.”