"So why 'shake n bake'?," Sara questioned, looking at the lifeless body of Vanessa Morini, the woman from the car.
"Scrambled eggs," was Doctor Albert Robbins' response. He looked up and met her gaze.
"I'm not hungry."
"No, Sar," Warrick stepped in to explain. "The killer inserts a knife into the skull from the point where the spinal column meets the skull. Then he, well, shakes it. Turns the brain to mush. And the bake...."
"I got that part," she interupted, noting the heat blisters on the woman's flesh.
"Cause of death?," Robbins added. "I think Warrick gave you enough information."
Sara smirked, glad she didn't have to go through the explaination again. Her pager echoed through the morgue.
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Catherine and Sara both reached the lab at the same time. Greg picked his head up, mumbling something about his fantasies and directing them both to the same microscope. Both women exchanged a confused glance, but go along without a word. They both looked at the hair under the scope.
"Ladies, allow me to introduce you to your suspect," Greg smirked. "The DNA I recovered from the hair belongs to a Glen Albright. Two priors, kidnapping and rape. And I can tell from your expressions at least one of you wants to kiss me."
"Nice try Greg," Sara said standing up straight. "What do you mean by 'our' suspect?"
"The blood Catherine and nick swabbed from their vic's house belongs to Miss Vanessa Morini," he added. You're looking for the same guy."
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Nick walked down the hallway toward the locker room. He was still shaky, but relieves that their company in the house had only been a dog. Luckily a friendly dog, but huge. It was the biggest damn german shepard he'd ever seen.
Catherine had gone to answer Greg's page and he decided he may need to change his pants. He knew she'd never let him live this down. He was glad he was wearing black pants. He just prayed he hadn't contaminated the crime scene.
"Scrambled eggs," was Doctor Albert Robbins' response. He looked up and met her gaze.
"I'm not hungry."
"No, Sar," Warrick stepped in to explain. "The killer inserts a knife into the skull from the point where the spinal column meets the skull. Then he, well, shakes it. Turns the brain to mush. And the bake...."
"I got that part," she interupted, noting the heat blisters on the woman's flesh.
"Cause of death?," Robbins added. "I think Warrick gave you enough information."
Sara smirked, glad she didn't have to go through the explaination again. Her pager echoed through the morgue.
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Catherine and Sara both reached the lab at the same time. Greg picked his head up, mumbling something about his fantasies and directing them both to the same microscope. Both women exchanged a confused glance, but go along without a word. They both looked at the hair under the scope.
"Ladies, allow me to introduce you to your suspect," Greg smirked. "The DNA I recovered from the hair belongs to a Glen Albright. Two priors, kidnapping and rape. And I can tell from your expressions at least one of you wants to kiss me."
"Nice try Greg," Sara said standing up straight. "What do you mean by 'our' suspect?"
"The blood Catherine and nick swabbed from their vic's house belongs to Miss Vanessa Morini," he added. You're looking for the same guy."
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Nick walked down the hallway toward the locker room. He was still shaky, but relieves that their company in the house had only been a dog. Luckily a friendly dog, but huge. It was the biggest damn german shepard he'd ever seen.
Catherine had gone to answer Greg's page and he decided he may need to change his pants. He knew she'd never let him live this down. He was glad he was wearing black pants. He just prayed he hadn't contaminated the crime scene.