The reconstructed crime scene faltered for a moment.
"Who do ya think did it anyway, Prof?" Lucy crossed her arms over her chest as a quizzical expression formed on her face.
"Well, if it wasn't for the second bullet hole, I would have said the bride's sister. You know, they do say its unlucky for the groom to see the wedding dress before the actual wedding. I guess this is what they meant by that." Alfendi examined the corpse one last time before shutting off the device.
"I'd say our culprit's the groom. His unsteady hand missed his wife the first time. She ran, ripping part of her dress off as she tripped, and then she was bleeding on the floor, cold only a few hours later." Potty Prof aded in his final say, a proud smile on his face as the picture flickered through his thoughts.
"So I were right!" Lucy cheered happily. "Yes!"
Alfendi chuckled. Girls will be girls.