She was lying on her side facing the wall, with her head forced upwards at right angles, horizontal to the lift doors on which it rested. The first thing the security guard thought was she was a tramp, brought to the car park vestibule by the cold night outside. You got them sometimes, in the main levels after the Dental Hospital had closed, lighting fires and generally making a nuisance of themselves. It was 3am, and he barely registered how she might have got into the stairwell as he unlocked the glass door to move her on. When he got close however, the pooling blood around her became evident, and as he bent down to check for a pulse, her body and head parted company, confirming her earlier demise.
By 6am the police had closed off the whole Brook Street Car Park, and by finding her still full wallet confirmed she was no tramp. In fact so well did the initial investigation progress, the Dental Nurse Cadets arriving an hour later already knew that one of their number had left them forever.
An attractive young female constable, asking them whether they had been on site the night before accosted the hung over final year students arriving at 9am. Blotted minds which 10 minutes earlier had been preparing for an exciting minor oral surgery, MOS day, where now forced to remember a half forgotten drunken cut through. A midnight attempted raid on the Lancashire Eccles Cake factory, followed by a run through the Manchester Dental Hospital site, while being forever drawn towards the beacon like tower of the Moss Side Lane Lager factory.
The news reported her death, followed by interviews with distraught friends and parents for a few days. Attractive 18-year-old blonde corpses even make the news in Manchester. The police followed a number of leads, the ex-boyfriend, the step fathers exotic film collection, reports of a cyber stalker, all with no conclusion. Eventually detectives started to look into the unusual position of the body, the locked vestibule doors, an attempted robbery, but the trail was cold and no one seemed to get anywhere.
Eventually the MDH returned to its normal steady beat, the constables wrote up their statements, and the whole incident was filed and forgotten. The final year students began cutting through the site at night again, a new cadet was found, and she began to fade from the minds of her friends and acquaintances, her room in the shared house was let by someone else, she began to disappear,
That was for everyone but the mother, bereft without her eldest child, she tried to fill the long and treacherous nights by searching the Internet for someone who could help her. That's when she found the website, The Science of Deduction, which is when she emailed Sherlock Holmes.