"So, fill me in." DB Russel informed CSI Greg Sanders, who was hovering alongside his partner, Morgan Brody. looking up from the body of a bloody
Jane Doe, Greg supplied, "Jane Doe, no ID, no cash, no wallet, most likely a mugging. Should be solved in no time, boss." DB looked incredulously at
Greg, curtly replying, "With no positive ID, we can hardly build case. Find her ID, she would most probably be in the system. Look at her crooked
face, I mean..." Without waiting for DB to finish, Greg ordered the body to be placed in a black body bag and transported efficiently to the morgue for
Doc Robbins to do his autopsy.
At the morgue
"Greg, I've got your ID and COD." Doc Robbins said. He lifted the sheet that covered the former Jane Doe with a practiced hand. He informed Greg
that he name was Adele Adler. "Intrigued by Doc Robbins discovery, inquisitive Greg asked, "How do you know? Morgan filed through the entire
database and could not find her name!" Crinkly built Doc Robbins who sported a limp shot off, "Well, when I was doing a full body X-Ray to determine
her COD, I saw pins fastened in her bones, they looked rather old. From what I could see, she seemed to have broken her bone in quite a number of
pieces when she was nearing her teen years. It was made around 10 years ago, which puts her age around 20 to 25. I checked the serial number on
the database, but judging from the age of her wound, the number on the pins had worn off, so all I could mange was the number of people who had a
similar injury. There were quite a number then and I managed to narrow down her age group and find her name." Greg was amazed. However,
judging from the scalding glares David Phillips was shooting at Doc Robbins, Greg knew that Doc Robbins was not was hardworking as he boasted.
"Oh, at the courtesy of David." Doc Robbins quipped sheepishly. "COD?" Greg prompted with his eyebrows raised. Snapping back in work mode, Doc
Robbins added that it was multiple stabs to the thigh, severing the jugular artery, thus, making Adele lose a significant amour of blood. He inferred
that the killer was not very experienced judging by the many entry woulds he/she made, or the killer had been in quite a fix to have stabbed more
that twice like a practiced one. Quickly processing the jumble of facts, Greg figured that the killer had to have harbored some grudge for this victim if
the latter was true, if the former was the one that held the truth, the killer had not premeditated the murder and done it in a rage. Either way, the
killer was furious when he made the kill.
At the lab
Meanwhile, at the lab, Morgan was busy as a bee, laboriously processing Adele's blood-matted clothing. The most spectacular lead she had discovered
was that there was a large amount of curious fibre, it was mossy green in color, spongy. Like a routine, she sent it to David Hodges, the trace expert,
who automatically started to work on it due to a treaty he and Morgan had worked up because he begged her for a "date". Finally, Greg stopped by
the lab to answer to Morgan's emergency call.
"What is it!" He demanded anxiously. Morgan rolled her eyes, "He is so overreacting!" She muttered exasperatedly under her breath. "Sara and Nick
just called, they had a body with the same COD." "So?" Greg prompted. Morgan continued, her voice wavering, "Its a mass body dumping."