Note: Cooroo, I kinda lied, this is a pretty short chapter! It's only one page, but by the time you get to the end of this page, you'll see why.

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Face opened the door, looking ashen and in shock.

"What's wrong?" Murdock asked.

"In the bathroom. It's Jess." Face said no more.

Murdock waited a moment and then looked around at the rooms and saw the one that clearly was the bathroom and made his way into it.

He saw straight away the woman in the bathtub. Her eyes staring blankly, her mouth open like she would gasp any moment, she was naked and the water had turned a shade of pink that Murdock knew was from the blood that had been diluted.

Face remained outside the room.

"When did you get here?" Murdock asked. The conman stayed silent. "Face." Murdock called louder.

"Last night. About 7."

"Have you moved her?"

"I felt for a pulse."

"Have you been here all this time? Why didn't you call someone sooner?"

"I just... I couldn't stay." Face fumbled for the words, but they failed him.

"Ok. You need to go."

"W-what?" Face asked, not sure he heard right.

"I gotta call an ambulance. You can't be here."

"Neither can you." Face said.

"It'll be OK. Trust me. I'm gonna sort everything out, right?"

Face nodded.

"And get a taxi. Don't drive."

Murdock watched as Face picked up his jacket, the flowers he'd brought in with him and left the apartment.

Murdock looked back round at the body, not sure where to start.

He carefully touched her face, flinching at the coldness there.

Pulling himself together, he grabbed her shoulders, and gently pulled her forward, looking for the injury that would have killed her.

Murdock could only assume she slipped in the bath and hit her head on the tiles. He needed to know though.

It was difficult to move the body, due to rigor mortise setting in, but he managed to move her enough to see the back of her head. There was a head injury, Murdock was about to inspect it closer when he noticed something on her back.

Carved into her skin were three words.

The A Team.