"Right this way, Detectives." The police officer nodded to Alexandra Eames and Robert Goren and motioned as he motioned towards the open door of apartment 3 A. Policemen were scattered around the apartment speaking in low voices.

"Where's the body?" Alex Eames moved in front of her partner, who was lagging behind, taking his time looking about the room.

"In the bathroom. The super found him. Said he smelled something coming from the apartment and got curious." The policeman moved away from the detectives and down a dark hallway.

"Hey! Goren!" Alex called to her co-worker, snapping him out of a thought-trance. The large man wandered over to her, clasping his hands behind his back around his black folder.

The two followed the officer into a small bathroom.

"Geez…" Eames moved to the right of the door, giving her partner enough room to move in. Before them lay the evidence of a violent death. A naked body of a caucasian male lay face down in the tub with his arms behind his back. Two inches of blood red water swirled around the body, making the man's brown hair move, which revealed several bald spots. It all seemed like a drowning alone except for the corpse lacked hands which lay three feet from the tub.

Despite his partner's hesitation, Bobby knelt beside the severed hands. He extended his gloved hand and touched the rope that bound the hands together. "There's no sign of a struggle. No struggle, and no blood spatter…" Bobby stooped his shoulders down and took a closer look at the hands. "It's a clean cut." Letting out a slight grunt, Goren stood and faced the policemen, then twisted his body to send a look his partner's way. "I'm guess this is the owner of…." He gesticulated widely. "…this apartment."

The police officer nodded. "The super, uh….Jesse Ferrarro, identified him. Said his name is a….." The man pulled a white slip of paper out of his pocket and held it at arm's length and squinted.

Bobby plucked the paper from the man. "Forgot your glasses?" Bobby smiled as the officer nodded. "His name is..is Clyde Trosner."

"Yeah. The super said that Trosner came in late on Friday night. Said he heard a racket in the hall at approximately 2:15 AM, looked out of his front door and saw Trosner in the hall with a red-head girl. Thy were having 'fun' he said." The officer let out a grunt. "Then, they slipped into the apartment and the noise stopped."

"Hmmm…." Bobby walked to the tub and opened his leather folder. He began to write in it, but stopped. "Eames, look." The large man pointed to the body's head. "His hair." Goren squatted and pointed the tip of his pen towards a bald spot.

"What a chop job." Alex stood beside her partner now, her hand on her hip.

"Some how, I have a feeling he didn't have that haircut before two nights ago." Bobby brought his left hand to his mouth and began to slightly gnaw on his his thumbnail.

"You think the killer cut his hair? Why?"

"To conceal his identity, to make him look like someone else." Bobby stood once more and looked around the room. He walked to the trash bin, looked inside and then began to inspect various places in the room. "That's funny, no hair anywhere."

"Maybe they took the hair with them. Along with the blood on the floor and the weapon." Eames looked to the officer and then back to her partner.

"Um, is there any way we can talk to the super?"