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The elevator doors opened. Jordan stepped into the morgue. Her brown hair bounced with each step. Jordan wore a button-up blue shirt and dark blue jeans. She yawned loudly. It didn't matter if it was nine a.m. or p.m., Jordan was tired.

Jordan walked down the hall towards her office. She knew if that pile of paper work got any bigger, Garrett would have her head for sure.

"Hold it Jordan!" speak of the devil. Jordan turned. Garrett Macy stood behind her.

"Morning Garrett." Jordan said, trying to sound perky.

"Well that's your opinion." Garrett replied.

"Big night huh?" Jordan asked.

Garrett glared at Jordan, "You have no idea. Get your bag, we just got another call."

Jordan nodded, "Got it." She turned towards her office.

"And Jordan, get that paperwork done!" Garrett called.

Damn. Jordan thought.

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Jordan pulled her car up to a local elementary school. She stepped out of her car and made her way through the surrounding police. Jordan made her way to the body; a small girl, no older than seven.

"I hate these cases." Detective Woody Hoyt said. He was kneeling next to the body.

"You and me both. Who is she?" Jordan asked. She set her case next to the body.

"Maggie Luk. Age 6. She was in first grade. Teacher promised the class an early morning recess. Maggie came straight to the tetherball court. Hit in the head and didn't get up. Her friend ran to the teacher when Maggie didn't respond." Woody explained.

Jordan examined Maggie's head. She found no wounds, blood, or any bruising. Jordan shook her head, "That can't be right."

"What is it?" Woody asked.

Jordan looked at Woody, "There's no blood, no wound, not even bruising from the ball. Maggie wasn't killed by the game."

"So what did?" Woody asked.

A gentle wind blew through. Jordan caught something n the air. She looked around the crime scene. "Woody, are you wearing cologne?"

"No, why?"

"Do you smell that?" Jordan asked. The wind died, but Jordan could still smell something.

Woody smelled the air, "Yeah. Where's it coming from?"

Jordan looked at the girl. The smell came from the bottom of her dress. Jordan's stomach lurch as she lifted her skirt. Jordan jumped to her feet and ran from the crime scene.

Woody watched Jordan run from the crime scene. He stood and followed her. Jordan seemed to be moving in a hurry. "Jordan?"

Jordan stopped thrifty feet from everybody. She dropped to her knees and vomited. Her throat burned intensely. She coughed several times, spitting the rest out of her mouth.

A bottle of water hung next to her. Jordan looked up to see Woody holding it for her. Jordan gave a small smile and took the bottle. She rinsed out her mouth several times before she stood.

"Jordan what happened?" Woody asked.

"That smell that I thought was cologne." Jordan began.

"Yeah."

"It wasn't cologne. It was a lubricant." Jordan explained.

Woody stared at her in shock, "What?"

Jordan stared at the girls' body, "Maggie was rapped some time today."

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