Prologue
Laura Akaracorovski rubbed her eyes painfully as she double-looked over the documents sitting open, scattered on her desk. Brutal images of fax sent into the forensic department paper clipped to each description. Suicide, suicide, and another suicide…homicidal accident…she flipped through the image of the two corpses on top of each other. She raised her eyebrows as she saw the authentic position of the bodies. People always have their ways of dieing, killing or killing themselves in the most- original way…she sighed. She flipped through the other homicidal and suicide reports until they were all sorted out, dated, and stacked away in a metal cupboard. Laura pulled out the small silver key in her suit pocket and stabbed it into the cupboard hole. She grabbed her suitcase and was ready to walk out her office, and to go home into the comforts of her Victorian home. She turned to close the door until a whirring sound of her fax caught her attention. Laura rolled her eyes and checked her watch. Damn! It's two in the morning! She wanted to leave it behind in her mind but she had an obligation to examine the case at hand.
She dumped her belongings at her door frame and grabbed her fax, sat down, put on her reading glasses and looked at the case. The image flashed through her mind like a sharp knife to the abdomen. The woman in the picture was stripped of clothing, nude. Her eyes wide open, a purplish line, about an inch thick was brandished on her neck. Indicating that she had been strangled. The other shocking shred of sign that caught her attention was the position she was in, hands tight by her sides, her legs clamped closed. But the most shocking was the etched symbol right beneath her chest; it was an arrow of some sort.
Laura dropped her glasses in her slackened left hand and drew her right to her mouth. A burning hot tear rolled down her cheek.
"Sorella," she closed her eyes…sister…