His linkshell sounded off. His unit was trying their damnedest to get in touch with Paul.
"Inspector, you need to get to Gridania immediately."
"What is it?"
"He struck again. There's another miqo'te brutalized at the Carline Canopy."
Making haste, Paul arrived on the scene as quickly as he could. He found his sergeant and two other officers on the scene.
"Inspector Desmond, it matches our guy, with some differences."
"Alright, I'll have a look around."
Stepping around the room, Paul relives the scene. The images go through his head. The drinking of wine, the lipstick on the miqo'te and how she looked. Did she know what she was getting into? How little did she know that it would end so brutally for her. Her face was beaten so that she was unrecognizable. Her clothes were equally unrecognizable, torn to shreds.
He moves to the wine glasses, bends down, looks at them, and then sniffs them. "Get these bagged, I want the contents tested and I want to know where it came from and how much it cost. I want to know its godsdamned recipe. Nothing left out."
"Yes, sir!" Officers move to carefully collect that and other evidence that he points out.
Paul's gaze moves to the clock. He doesn't pay as much attention to the time as he does to what's on the clock. He moves closer and inspects it. The color does not match the current victim.
"This too, take this and compare it with our last victim's clothes. Something tells me we aren't going to like the result."
Moving around the bed, Paul says, “Sergeant, I’d like you to head downstairs and see if anyone remembers seeing our victim with anyone. Alright? You know the procedure.â€
“You can count on me, Lieutenant.â€
Now he is looking at the girl’s face. "She must have been beaten to death."
Now the pathologist enters and says, "That will be up to me and what I put in my report. But yes initial examination does suggest severe blunt force trauma to the head."
"When are you going to cut the doctor talk and let me buy you a drink?"
"When you start acting like a gentleman, now get out of my way."
Tossing up his hands, Paul grins and says, "Yes, ma'am."
As she examines the body Paul continues to look around. His nose picks up a familiar scent.
"You smell that, doc?"
"It's rather stale..."
"Don't forget to test the body for foreign toxins. In fact, let's do the full workup. I want to know what she ate for breakfast this morning."
"Is that what you like to know about a girl?"
"How else am I supposed to know what to make her for breakfast after she spends the night with me?"
"You're impossible."
"I'm actually very probable."
"Inspector, there is nothing more for you to do here. We know the procedure. Don't you have a wife to go home to?"
"I thought I would but I don't. Besides, I'd rather be here and hit on you while you examine a body. It gets me off."
"Impossible," she says again with a grin all while examining the body.
After all the evidence was collected; ribbon, glasses, body, bed sheets, dusts for fingerprints... the body was moved to the morgue for further examination.
"Inspector, you need to get to Gridania immediately."
"What is it?"
"He struck again. There's another miqo'te brutalized at the Carline Canopy."
Making haste, Paul arrived on the scene as quickly as he could. He found his sergeant and two other officers on the scene.
"Inspector Desmond, it matches our guy, with some differences."
"Alright, I'll have a look around."
Stepping around the room, Paul relives the scene. The images go through his head. The drinking of wine, the lipstick on the miqo'te and how she looked. Did she know what she was getting into? How little did she know that it would end so brutally for her. Her face was beaten so that she was unrecognizable. Her clothes were equally unrecognizable, torn to shreds.
He moves to the wine glasses, bends down, looks at them, and then sniffs them. "Get these bagged, I want the contents tested and I want to know where it came from and how much it cost. I want to know its godsdamned recipe. Nothing left out."
"Yes, sir!" Officers move to carefully collect that and other evidence that he points out.
Paul's gaze moves to the clock. He doesn't pay as much attention to the time as he does to what's on the clock. He moves closer and inspects it. The color does not match the current victim.
"This too, take this and compare it with our last victim's clothes. Something tells me we aren't going to like the result."
Moving around the bed, Paul says, “Sergeant, I’d like you to head downstairs and see if anyone remembers seeing our victim with anyone. Alright? You know the procedure.â€
“You can count on me, Lieutenant.â€
Now he is looking at the girl’s face. "She must have been beaten to death."
Now the pathologist enters and says, "That will be up to me and what I put in my report. But yes initial examination does suggest severe blunt force trauma to the head."
"When are you going to cut the doctor talk and let me buy you a drink?"
"When you start acting like a gentleman, now get out of my way."
Tossing up his hands, Paul grins and says, "Yes, ma'am."
As she examines the body Paul continues to look around. His nose picks up a familiar scent.
"You smell that, doc?"
"It's rather stale..."
"Don't forget to test the body for foreign toxins. In fact, let's do the full workup. I want to know what she ate for breakfast this morning."
"Is that what you like to know about a girl?"
"How else am I supposed to know what to make her for breakfast after she spends the night with me?"
"You're impossible."
"I'm actually very probable."
"Inspector, there is nothing more for you to do here. We know the procedure. Don't you have a wife to go home to?"
"I thought I would but I don't. Besides, I'd rather be here and hit on you while you examine a body. It gets me off."
"Impossible," she says again with a grin all while examining the body.
After all the evidence was collected; ribbon, glasses, body, bed sheets, dusts for fingerprints... the body was moved to the morgue for further examination.
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