Horatio Caine stood at the black asphalt looking down at the dead body of Chelsea Morgan. Detective Frank Tripp walked up to Horatio with a pad of paper and a pen.

"Hey, Horatio."

"Frank, do we have an I.D. on the vic?"

"Uhh… yah. Her name is Chelsea Morgan. She bought a ticket to the Tampa Rays game about two days ago."

"Who called her in?"

"It was anonymous but he said he found it while cleaning up the lot."

"Thank you Frank."

Alexx Woods leaned down over the body while Ryan Wolfe held the camera full of pictures of the body. Alexx inspected the body. Her face scrunched at the sight of the girls face.

"What is it Alexx?" asked Ryan.

"Her jaw is out of place. Either the car hit her while she was leaning down or she landed on it."

Alexx slowly took her gloved hands and turned the jaw. Ryan gagged at the crunching sound of the bone popping back in place. Alexx opened the mouth and didn't see anything. She traveled down the body and stopped at the legs.

Ryan examined Alexx examining the body. She opened the silver case and took out a pair of silver tweezers and an evidence bag. She examined a cut on the girl's leg and stuck the tweezers into it. What she extracted surprised Ryan. A small, black item was dropped into the bag.

"Hey, H!" yelled Ryan, "We got something out of the girls leg. We don't know what it is though."

Horatio Caine looked at the ground and cocked his head. His hands reached up and took off his dark glasses. "Well, Ryan. This is no normal murderer. This man just hit it, and ran."