Chapter 2
When Alexx arrived at the crime scene, a somewhat dilapidated condominium, she was escorted inside by an officer. The victim, a white female, late twenties early thirties, was laying on the floor in the living room. If not for the blood pooling on the floor about her head and neck, she could be doing Pilates.
Alexx approached the body and slowly walked around it, stopping at the blood pool. She grimaced when she saw what had caused the injury: the stem of a wineglass. The victim had somehow fallen or been pushed and had landed on the stem, which had probably punctured the carotid artery, killing her.
"Poor baby," Alexx said. She looked up to see CSI Ryan Wolfe approaching her.
Although he was a little headstrong, a bit too eager, and sometimes uncaring about protocol, Ryan was still one of her favorites. In fact, Alexx liked the entire CSI team. They were all good people and had always treated her well. She felt respected.
Ryan bent down so he was eye level with Alexx who was still leaning over the victim. "I have an idea," he said, a twinkle in his eyes.
Alexx knew immediately he wanted to tent the body for fingerprints and said as much. She also informed him what she believed to be the cause of death. She was ready to roll out of there and get the body to the morgue so she could get home to her children. However, she knew very well she couldn't tell him no, if as the CSI on the scene, he determined a fuming tent would be helpful. Besides, at least for this victim, his job would be harder than hers: finding out who-done-it.
Alexx helped him set up the tent around the body. She was impressed with his skill in doing this. Perhaps this wouldn't take too long after all. Maybe she'd take her kids to Chuckee Cheese. She smiled. They'd like that.
Alexx was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't immediately process what Ryan was saying or why he was so agitated. He grabbed her by the arm and yelled that they had to get out of there. Her first instinct was to try and save the body. But the alarm in Ryan's voice yelling that the place was about to blow got her moving. The sweet faces of her children passed before her and Alexx started running as if her hair was already on fire.
