Two hours later DS Highland arrived. Boyd and Spence were in the lab with Ian waiting for Grace who was in her office reading the last page of the file. DS Highland walked in nervously, first day and she was late, well it hadn't been intentional.
"Hello." she called out, walking towards Grace's office. "Hello." she called out again, inside her office Grace thought she heard something. It was probably Boyd or Spence come to tell her to hurry up, she was finished anyway. She put down her pen and pushed the files neatly into a pile putting her scribbled notes on top before opening the door. Just as Grace opened the door DS Highland had raised her left hand to knock on it. Grace's eyes narrowed taking in DS Highland's appearance, before she introduced herself and they walked to the lab together. Boyd, Spence and Ian all turned when they heard the hiss of the door opening.
"This is DS Laura Highland." Grace introduced, giving Boyd a glare which he ignored.
"Welcome, you made it at last. I'm Detective Superintendent Boyd, this is DI Spencer 'Spence' Jordan. You've met Dr Grace Foley. Last of all Dr Ian Carrier who joined us this morning from the metropolitan police lab, he arrived this morning virtually on time. Right now we have a new case, the rest of the team have read the file, so you'll have to catch up. Dr Carrier carry on." Laura bit her lip, it wasn't her fault she was late, surely he could see that.
"Right. David Morris 'the victim'" Ian added smiling at Laura. "Was killed as the earlier report said by a blow to the back of the head by a blunt object. The weapon is missing but I'd guess a wrench, you know like what you keep in the back of your car in case you have a flat. You bring me an object and I'll tell you if it's the murder weapon. Time of death between 1 and 3 AM, I can't be more precise than that. Now the mutilation is the interesting bit, there are two parts to it. First of all the heart was cut out and stuffed into the mouth of the victim." Ian pointed to a dish at the side where a heart lay. "Also on the right hand the middle finger was cut off, it was pushed up his anus. All the mutilation was done postmortem and by something as sharp as a scalpel, in fact I'll be surprised if it isn't a scalpel. Now the mutilation in this case was the same as before, but something they didn't mention or notice in the earlier report, perhaps it wasn't so then, is that the person who did it had surgical skill and almost certainly medical knowledge." Ian concluded smiling at Laura again.
"What makes you say that." Boyd asked.
"Point to where you think your heart is." Ian told him, Boyd some what skeptically raised his hand and pointed in the middle of his chest, Ian shook his head. "Wrong, it's slightly to the left, the left lung is slightly smaller than the right. They teach that in biology at school but nobody remembers, only people who do know are doctors and nurses."
"Not soldiers. You know the marksman or snipers?" Spence asked, Ian shook his head.
"I can see where you're coming from there, what with David Morris being a soldier. The heart is a very small target, if you need to shoot somebody and you want them dead instantly, you aim for the head. It's a much larger target and you can see it, the heart is hidden within your chest cavity which protects it very well, it would be impossible to hit. So they don't waste training on it." Spence nodded.
"Theories Grace?" Boyd looked at her, before she could answer Ian interrupted.
"I would have thought that was obvious."
"Really." Boyd replied sarcastically. "Well tell us your theory then."
"Gay-bashing with an additional motive." Ian came back undeterred. "I mean it couldn't be anything else. As for the additional motive, perhaps this guy had a cover girlfriend because being gay and in the army, well it used to be illegal and still people hide it so he had a cover. She found out and whacked him."
"Grace." Boyd turned to her, Grace thought for a moment.
"I agree with you he's probably homosexual, otherwise there would be no point and mutilation isn't something done lightly. As for having another level I agree there too, otherwise why the heart, it would normally be the genitals. Why a woman though? Like you said being homosexual used to illegal, some people still hold prejudice." Grace gave Ian a searching glance, which he understood, 'gay-bashing' was not the way to refer to it. "Have you any training in psychology?"
"It was my minor on my doctorate, Forensic science obviously being my major." Grace nodded, that could be useful having another perspective.
"Right now we have a crime scene to visit. The MOD want the crime scene usable as soon as possible so this may be our only chance. Outside ready to leave ten minutes." Boyd told them before striding out.

"What happened to you?" Ian asked Laura, while loading his gear into the boot of Boyd's car.
"Car accident, some guy just had to be one car further ahead, spent the morning at the hospital. My arms not broken just badly bruised, it'll be fine in a couple of days." Laura replied, Ian thought she was understating it a bit, hospitals did not put peoples arms in slings for bruising.
"And your head?" Ian tapped the place on his head where the gauze was on hers.
"Likewise no lasting damage, no concussion, just a nasty bump." Just then Boyd, Grace and Spence walked out, Boyd obviously took the drivers seat, Spence got in the back with Ian and Emily. It was a short drive from the cold case offices to the army base, just long enough that Ian and Spence could fill Laura in on the details that were in the file. At the gate they were stopped by a barrier, the private in the guard hut walked across to Boyd's side of the car, Boyd lowered his window.
"ID please?" the private asked, Boyd held up his badge which the private checked against a list. "Drive straight on sir until you reach the main administrative buildings, they're signposted, you can't miss it. You can park there, you'll then be shown wherever you want to go." the private told Boyd before he walked back to his hut and raised the barrier. A minute later they were there, an army sergeant appeared as if from nowhere.
"Superintendent Boyd." the sergeant stated, it wasn't a question he knew who he was already. "If you'll follow me please. Sergeant Morris's quarters are just along here." Along here turned out to be the other side of the base, which to all of the team was a fair distance but to Ian with all his equipment it was a long way.
"Bloody army bureaucracy." Ian muttered as soon as the sergeant was out of earshot. "Could have driven up here, but no it would have broken some stupid rule. Bet they didn't even let the forensic van up here." Boyd smiled, Ian was right they hadn't actually allowed it up here. An army photographer had taken the crime scene photos and an army doctor had ascertained the cause of the death and noted the mutilation. They were actually the first civilians allowed on base for this case. "Right take a look, don't touch anything, you know the drill, I'll just get suited up." Ian muttered more to himself than anybody else. A couple of minutes later Grace, Spence and Laura walked back out. There wasn't much to see in there, very little of personal effects, you'd expect to see more in a prison cell. They were private quarters because he was a sergeant, there were two doors, one to the barracks that he was in charge of, one to the outside world.
"Getting suited up huh." Grace looked at Ian skeptically, he wasn't suited up at all.
"Oh come on you've only been two minutes, besides you don't mind do you?" Ian held up the cigarette in his hand. Grace opened her mouth to reply but turned and looked at Spence who shrugged.
"You're a doctor and you smoke, shouldn't you know better?" Grace asked trying to think of a way to reply.
"Yeah I should, but even doctors are human, besides I started before I became a doctor." Grace nodded.
"When did you start and how long have you been smoking?" Ian frowned, what was this twenty-one questions, a yes or no would have been nice, not that it mattered anyway.
"I started when I was fifteen, I'm thirty-one now so, just over fifteen years." Ian realized. "So are there any smoking nazis here or not?"
"Well not here. . " Spence started, Ian interrupted him.
"Good." he then put the cigarette back in his mouth and took a long pull, Boyd walked over to him and took the cigarette from his fingers and dropped into his cup of tea which the sergeant had brought while they were in David Morris's quarters.
"As Spence was saying, they're not smoking nazis, but I am. It's a disgusting habit and I don't allow it, when you're working for me you're working, no smoke breaks. You can take coming to work for me as an opportunity to quit, understand."
"Yeah whatever." Ian replied flippantly, he hadn't been told off like this since high school, he'd forgotten how humiliating it was.
"Now I'll take those." Boyd picked up the pack of cigarettes, "and put them where they belong, in the bin. Now suit up. Laura come with me." Boyd ordered walking off back in the direction of the administrative buildings.
"Oh that's just fan-bloody-tastic. What is it with him?" Ian asked not giving them chance to reply. "You know what it doesn't matter, I get the job done."
"Why don't you take his advice, this is an opportunity to quit. As a doctor you'll know you'll live longer." Grace suggested, knowing as she did so that it would be ignored, Ian was going to smoke regardless of what Boyd told him, the only way he would quit is if he decided to do so himself, even if he did it was a habit he'd had for half of his life, one he would have problems giving up.
"I'll suit up." Ian muttered pulling a blue over suit out of his kit box. Grace and Spence exchanged a glance, they were going to have to talk to him.