Autopsy Kobe Bryant Novels & Stories

"Now, why I am actually here. If there was nothing special I had to tell you, I could have just said it over the phone but there are things that we couldn't see until the autopsy was over." Ashton sets down his glass and listens with rapt attention. "In normal procedures, there is an outer check for scratches and abrasives like I showed you the other day before the inner check because once the autopsy starts, there is no outer check anymore. So we were cutting her hair and noticed a hard bump on her head." Ashton sits up, frowning. "What do you mean?"

I placed my hands on my mouth, and sobbed. I recounted everything that happened between Bob and I and why he was with my car. I didn't tell him about me killing him, or what actually led to that. He listened to everything I said, and didn't interrupt me. When I was done, he cleared his throat and spoke. "An autopsy has already been carried out..." He said and my eyes widened. Already? "...Mr Charles Bandra allowed it since he drowned in his property. He didn't want to have to deal with this." He paused.

A well-dressed anchor appeared behind a digital backdrop, her voice smooth and rehearsed. “This just in,” she said. “The CEO of Blake Enterprises, Christian Blake, has been confirmed dead following severe injuries sustained during a police pursuit. Officials say the cause of death was neurological trauma and respiratory failure. His body is expected to undergo an autopsy before a private family burial.” A large photo of Christian flashed on the screen, an old press image, full of charm and polished elegance. Beneath it: “BREAKING: CHRISTIAN BLAKE – DEAD AT 38” Crystal’s lips parted as she stared at the screen.

Her legs were moving but there was no consciousness behind it, just muscle memory carrying her forward while her mind stayed trapped somewhere else. They had just returned from the hospital where the autopsy had been completed. The official cause of death was listed as acute organ failure due to arsenic poisoning, compounded by gunshot wounds to the back and neck. As if Shayla needed a medical report to tell her what she already knew. Her father had been dying for months and none of them had seen it.