Mr. Palmer, we have a problem
"Dr. Mallard, look at this," Jimmy said, studying something on the back of the corpse.
Ducky went over to the table where his assistant was working. He bent over to take a closer look at what Jimmy was pointing out to him.
"Post-mortem lividity marks," Ducky said, interest in his voice. "They're very subtle, aren't they Jimmy? Our victim bled to death, therefore, he hadn't much blood left to settle with the assistance of gravity. That coupled with his darker skin tone, and the effects of decomposition… But if we were to photograph them, I'm sure that either Abigail or Timothy could enhance them."
Jimmy went over to a table and picked up a picture taken at the scene. "This is what the floor of the container looked like," he said, carrying it over to Ducky. Ducky looked over and studied the photograph. In spite of the vagueness of the markings on the body, something was definitely… hinky. "Oh, my. Mr. Palmer, we have a problem."