CHAPTER 5;
THE DOCTOR IS IN
He looked down at the dead body as it lay lifeless on the cold metal gurney, and sighed. Another one for the morgue. It was a shame. So many people had been murdered lately. it was either random killers, or the work of a bounty hunter. There were a lot of them around the city, but none so efficient as the one that had caused the local morgue to fill up lately.
Phlox could tell it was the same man. the technique was always the same. The victim was usually stabbed from behind, in the back. The wound was deep, normally hitting a vital organ, killing the victim very quickly. Plus, the victims were always found in an alley, or some other quiet place. But, he realised, it could just be a coincidence.
He looked up at the officer, as she too stared down at the body. Her eyes did not betray any of her emotions, so it was difficult for the Doctor to determine how she was feeling in reaction to the discovery.
She seemed to show no emotion of any kind. He didn't know why this was.
He ignored it, and turned back to the body.
"Can you determine the identity of the attacker?" she asked of him, and he scanned the man's body, looking for signs of unusual DNA, or anything similar.
"No, it seems as though the knife just. well, I cannot," Phlox told her.
The officer tilted her head elegantly to one side slightly, and asked, "And what of the bottle? Are there any fingerprints on it?"
"I was under the impression that fingerprints were your area, but from what I can tell," he said, running his scanner briefly over the bottle, "there are no traces of any on this bottle, besides that of the victim."
"So you are saying that the man calmly drank his alcohol, and then set the bottle down before he was stabbed?"
"I can't come to any other conclusion. Perhaps he put it down and was about to walk away when he was attacked," Phlox offered, replacing the scanner neatly onto the tray beside him.
"I believe the attacker finished the bottle, and then set it down beside the dead body," the female officer said to him, her arms linked loosely behind her back.
Phlox shrugged. "Well, if he did, he didn't leave any trace of DNA on the mouth of the bottle. It is clear he was wearing gloves though, otherwise I should have been able to locate some of his DNA on the neck of the bottle, or even on the clothes of the victim."
"Very well. Thank you, Doctor."
The officer walked away, leaving the Doctor to his thoughts, and his work alone in the silent laboratory.
He looked down at the body, and sighed. Something about this job just felt so. so monotonous. He was asked again and again to perform autopsies on murder victims, and lately they were just rolling in.
Phlox wished to do more fulfilling work. such as work with the living for once. But he had been doing this work for as long as he could remember.
With another heavy sigh, he got to work on his autopsy.
THE DOCTOR IS IN
He looked down at the dead body as it lay lifeless on the cold metal gurney, and sighed. Another one for the morgue. It was a shame. So many people had been murdered lately. it was either random killers, or the work of a bounty hunter. There were a lot of them around the city, but none so efficient as the one that had caused the local morgue to fill up lately.
Phlox could tell it was the same man. the technique was always the same. The victim was usually stabbed from behind, in the back. The wound was deep, normally hitting a vital organ, killing the victim very quickly. Plus, the victims were always found in an alley, or some other quiet place. But, he realised, it could just be a coincidence.
He looked up at the officer, as she too stared down at the body. Her eyes did not betray any of her emotions, so it was difficult for the Doctor to determine how she was feeling in reaction to the discovery.
She seemed to show no emotion of any kind. He didn't know why this was.
He ignored it, and turned back to the body.
"Can you determine the identity of the attacker?" she asked of him, and he scanned the man's body, looking for signs of unusual DNA, or anything similar.
"No, it seems as though the knife just. well, I cannot," Phlox told her.
The officer tilted her head elegantly to one side slightly, and asked, "And what of the bottle? Are there any fingerprints on it?"
"I was under the impression that fingerprints were your area, but from what I can tell," he said, running his scanner briefly over the bottle, "there are no traces of any on this bottle, besides that of the victim."
"So you are saying that the man calmly drank his alcohol, and then set the bottle down before he was stabbed?"
"I can't come to any other conclusion. Perhaps he put it down and was about to walk away when he was attacked," Phlox offered, replacing the scanner neatly onto the tray beside him.
"I believe the attacker finished the bottle, and then set it down beside the dead body," the female officer said to him, her arms linked loosely behind her back.
Phlox shrugged. "Well, if he did, he didn't leave any trace of DNA on the mouth of the bottle. It is clear he was wearing gloves though, otherwise I should have been able to locate some of his DNA on the neck of the bottle, or even on the clothes of the victim."
"Very well. Thank you, Doctor."
The officer walked away, leaving the Doctor to his thoughts, and his work alone in the silent laboratory.
He looked down at the body, and sighed. Something about this job just felt so. so monotonous. He was asked again and again to perform autopsies on murder victims, and lately they were just rolling in.
Phlox wished to do more fulfilling work. such as work with the living for once. But he had been doing this work for as long as he could remember.
With another heavy sigh, he got to work on his autopsy.