"Forensic science technician, GCPD. I helped the medical examiner work your case. Your father's case." Whatever, kind of tangled together. It had been a wild time, both on the side of the crime being committed and on what was going on within the GCPD. Shame about that medical examiner getting fired. Ah, well.

"I don't like onions when they're cut too large. Otherwise, no intolerances or allergies that I'm aware of."

"Oh, lucky you. Before I died I had so many allergies. Ginger, you know?" Jerome felt the need to bring that up. "It's kind of gone away, so I can recommend a slight case of death."