art by Shot Hot Design
True Hollywood Story
by Ryan Gutierrez
Jacob knew he had to work quickly.
When the last breath exited the body, it was only a matter of time before the electrons in the nerve centers of the brain ceased to fire. At that time it would all be too late.
He pushed his way forward through the gathering crowd of people to the spot where the police had cordoned off the scene. The police were noble in their efforts to block the body from the gawks of the Hollywood street, but it was a futile act. The flashes of photography had already started and the headlines were tweeted through cyberspace to newsrooms of the gunshot outside the studio. It was only a matter of time before the blogs caught hold of it--selling exclusive photos of another Hollywood suicide.
Jacob flashed his archivist badge to the nearest officer when he pressed through the last of the crowd. The officer took a look at it, glanced at the bag Jacob held, and nodded him forward with a hint of disgust.
"Be quick," the officer said as he lifted the police tape up, allowing Jacob to pass underneath. The detectives had already passed the case off to the coroner. Jacob's heart missed a beat.
Was the gunshot to the head?
There wasn't much Jacob could do if the brain had been damaged. He was good at his job, but the fragmented information that occurred when there was damage to the tissue was not an experience that Jacob liked to go through. It was hard enough to sort out the normal streams of information, but with damage, it was like jumping into a cold sea in the dark and being asked to find a special grain of sand.
Jacob nodded casually at the two detectives who stood aside from the Coroner and the body. They worked on uploading their case notes and took slow drags off cigarettes. The officers regarded him only for a moment.
"You're a bit late on this one, Jacob."
The Coroner was hunched over the body. Jacob could always count on seeing Tim on the West Hollywood side during the night cases.
"How long?" Jacob asked as Tim pulled the plastic gloves off his hands in two clean movements.
"Long enough, I'm afraid. You aren't going to get much from her. She didn't do the head though, which is good for you. She'll still make a pretty corpse." He paused. "You got five minutes, Jacob. We need to get her out of here."