AN: Hello, folks! Here's the second part of the start of this investigation...writing everything in the last chapter would have been over kill. So, I present to you the continuation of Lyn's torture. The next one is in court and I think it's going to be fun... will she be on top of things? Or will it come crashing down?

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As always, thanks so much for the reviews, favorites, follows, and views! It's really motivating and exciting to see that people are enjoying the story so far! I'll be doing my best to update more consistently, but I do want the best quality for you guys so I can't rush the writing process...but thank you for being patient. In any case enjoy this chapter, as the real show will start in the next one!

Well, they were gone. I could at least focus on investigating the room with Gumshoe now. I wondered what they were doing in here; investigating I know, but Maya seemed awfully suspicious when I barged in. I doubted she would tell me what was up considering we were opponents in court now. I'd be sure to keep an eye out for anything out of the ordinary in this room in any case.

Speaking of the room, it wasn't very glamorous. Okay, glamour wasn't the proper term for being in a strip club dressing room, but this place was a mess. There were three square mirrors hung up on the wall towards the right with those lightbulbs sticking out around the frame. They weren't particularly large mirrors and beneath them was a long dresser with some belongings sitting atop (typical girl shit, makeup and all the fixings) with three stools underneath. Across the room, the set up was identical and didn't pose much to explore. The only other things in this room were racks of clothing and this heaping pile of random shit- clothes, papers, bags, makeup, accessories- all in the middle of the floor. The locker area was in the very back of the room past the pile of I don't even know what.

I groaned. I didn't have any desire to look through that stuff. What were the odds of it belonging to Rose? I didn't want to dig through random strippers' items. Plus, I was betting on Phoenix and Maya discovering stuff in here already, considering how suspicious acting Maya was. The lockers would probably be a better search spot.

"Let's check out the lockers," I said. "You got the combo for her locker, right?"

"Yes, sir! But what about the other stuff here? Shouldn't we look at it?"

I decided to play it up. I removed my glasses and shook my head.

"Dearest detective, you obviously can't see clearly. We can search those things, but who even knows who those things belong to? It would take far more time to look through those things that probably won't even be Rose's. It would be smarter to observer the locker, which we know is hers. Plus, I bet the defense has probably already searched those things. We can gain more ground on them in a spot where they can't check."

"Oh, wow! I didn't think of it like that. That's really clever, sir!"

(And lazy hehehe.)

I placed my glasses back on my face. "Why, of course. Now, let's proceed."

Gumshoe nodded and we walked over to the back of the room, where at least twenty lockers were located. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, which I assumed had the locker number and combo. He moved in front of locker thirteen, picked up the lock and started turning the knob, left, right, left until a click was heard. He pulled the lock off and opened up the locker, which were half the size of the big ones you got at high school if you were lucky enough to attend a school with long lockers. Work lockers were always compact like that though. Looking inside, it was pretty neat, so I guessed she was a clean person. There was nothing left out, besides a single white purse. It was a big one too; it looked like one of those designer bags. Gumshoe gingerly picked up the purse by it's strap and removed it. He decided to check the contents and started reaching around inside seeing what could be found. As he did that, I decided to look at the locker once more to see if there was something we didn't see. And just as I was about quit and start goofing off, something caught my attention. Where the purse was there were specks of a dark substance on the bottom part of the locker. In fact there were a couple of crimson smears around the area too. That didn't look good...

"Sir! I found something I think is a clue!"

I jumped. "Jeez, inside voice, inside voice!"

"Sorry..." he said rubbing the back of his head. "I got excited."

I took a breath. "Okay, what is it that is so exciting?"

"It seems like this purse was a present to Rose given by the victim!" he beamed passing me a small card. "It seems like their relationship was pretty close."

Something was written on the card, which read:

Dearest Rose,

For you, I have found the best quality designer bag personally selected for your person. You deserve far better than the tattered sack you wear daily. Don't you dare reject this token of my appreciation.

Love,

Collin

"Interesting, they do sound close...good find."

Gumshoe seemed quite pleased with himself.

"I also found something," I said gesturing inside the locker. "Blood."

Gumshoe ran back over to the locker instantly. "Blood?!"

He shook his head. "You're right, sir. That's somebody's blood. I'll get forensics to do a test."

"You think it's the victim's?"

"Most likely. I don't know who else's blood it could be."

I nodded. "Well, I don't think we'll get much else from being here so, let's scram. You go get forensics here to do the test."

"Yes, sir! I'm on it!"

He was out the door before I even started moving. How was he so energetic? I shook my head casually making my way out of the room closing the door behind me.

(The most important spots here to check have been looked at. The police have everything else covered...What else can be done?)

I gritted my teeth. Witnesses. Talk to witnesses. After last time, I wasn't really too enthused about that part. I didn't know what looney I'd end up talking to especially at a godforsaken strip club. At least Oldbag and Larry wouldn't be here...I hoped. If they were here in a strip club- Oldbag working at a strip club is enough to make anyone gag- but if I saw either of them here, I'd be heading for the hills. I'd drop the case. I'd forfeit. It would piss Edgeworth off, but I wouldn't go through that hell again dealing with those two. Larry was actually great, when he wasn't involved with a murder. Though I couldn't say that of Oldbag...I shuddered.

As I was thinking of the worst possible scenarios in my head, Gumshoe returned with some lab technicians.

"They're going to check everything out in that locker."

"Oh, that's good." I sighed making myself getting it over with. "Did the police find anyone useful to question?"

"Yeah, we did. They're not here anymore," he scratched his head. "They're at the department right now."

"Ah. And who exactly is this person?"

For the first time in a while, I heard Gumshoe sigh. That probably didn't bode well.

"Well, she's a difficult person to deal with. Her real name is Jane Green, but she is insistent on being called by her stage name, Texxxas."

"Texas?"

" 'It has three x's in it, for the erotic effect and you'd better not forget it!' " he quoted exasperated. "She's the only person who actually saw anything here, unfortunately."

"Meaning, she's going to be my main witness for tomorrow."

(It's never easy, is it?)

"It's probably a good idea to talk to her and get her ready. But, you can talk to the suspect when you're over there too at the detention center."

"That's a good point, detective." I built up the resolve to leave. "Well, report back to me with the findings of the blood test and anything else you may find of use. I'll leave this all to you."

"Yes, sir! Good luck with questioning."

"Thanks, detective. I know I'll probably need it."

With that and a wave I left the backstage area and headed out to the parking lot into the fresh air. It was nice to breathe in some clean air that wasn't riddled with cigarette smoke, booze, and perfume. I found my car and sat in there for a while before I headed off to the police station. Who would think that one day they're going to end up interrogating strippers? Who would ever think that they'd be assigned a case about strippers by Miles Edgeworth only to have the opponent for said case about strippers to be Phoenix Wright? It was baffling, but clearly as the predicament was laid out, not impossible. After 20 minutes of break time, I began the journey to the criminal affairs department.

May 15th, 3:43 PM

Criminal Affairs Department

Well, I arrived there in one piece. I didn't really pay attention to it before since I was preoccupied last time I was here, but the room looked very identical to how it did in the game. There were a bunch of detectives sitting at their desks on their computers wasting time, watching a variety of stupid videos on youtube or playing games like solitaire. No wonder the lawyers had to do practically everything this universe. I saw the balding chief there as well, sitting in the front, also not doing any real work. There were plenty of others running around like headless chickens, though. And I could see that there were separate rooms with shut doors that were being occupied at the moment. I wondered if our witness was in one of those rooms.

I decided to stop a detective who was walking around ask him where the witness was being held. He pointed me in the direction of the one of those closed rooms and I made my way over. I knocked and entered and told the couple of the detectives in the room what I was there for- they knew I was coming and cleared out instantly with these looks of relief spread across their faces. They said I could take as long as I want since they were pretty much done and were going to let her go soon anyway. Yay me.

The room was a plain gray, what I would consider to be a conference room with a long table and a couple of chairs set out. I could see there were some Styrofoam cups on the table left behind most likely by the detectives. I took a seat in the metal folding chair at the table across from the witness. She was of a pale complexion, small brown eyes and long wavy brown hair. She had on tons of makeup, green eyeshadow, eyeliner, foundation and red lipstick- maybe some other things, but I wasn't too much of a girly girl (and the only reason I even knew what most of those things were, was because of friend who played dress up on me once). Personally, I thought it was a bit much, but people can do whatever they like. And she was a stripper, people came out to see her. What would I know about that? Her outfit was interesting, wearing this red and black zip up hoodie, unzipped low enough to see a bit of cleavage and that was cut at the midriff, along with tiny matching booty shorts.

Generally, she didn't look too enthralled to be there and looked very annoyed with me.

(Best to get this over with.)

"So, uh, you are Ms. Texxxas, correct?"

"I'm glad somebody here knows who I am. Stars should be recognized, I say." she said twirling her hair with a couple of fingers.

(I don't think many detectives have the time to learn about the stardom of a stripper.)

"Right...anyway, I'm Ms. Doom. I'll be prosecuting the case tomorrow and I just wanted to ask you about what happened yesterday night."

"Doom? What a kind of weirdo, uncreative name is that? You need a better stage name- I know! For now on, you're Chastity."

She folded her arms grinning wildly. I couldn't tell if she was dead serious or screwing with me.

"Uh...okay?" I looked at her squinting. "Why Chastity?"

"One wiff of you and you can smell beginner. Amateur. Kiddo. You're new to that kind of scene. And inexperienced in more ways than one, if you know I mean."

"H-hey!" I felt the blush spreading on my cheek even to my ears at a fast rate.

(The nerve of her! She doesn't know anything about my life! ...Okay, she's sort of right about some of that, but I have experience! I mean I may not be a stripper, but I had a boyfriend in high school that I made out with!)

"What's the matter, Chastity? Cats got your tongue? Or are you saving your kitty cat til the right person comes along?" she smirked.

I held my tongue against a huge fuck you that was about to fly out, but I needed to remain professional. I was going to feel bad for Phoenix tomorrow, alright.

"That's none of your business and not why I'm here. If you want to get out of here sooner than later, quit screwing around and answer some of my questions."

She glowered at me, now tugging on a long strand of hair.

"I know what you want. And I'm tired of repeating the same stupid story over and over. Once is enough, I hate repeating myself. I have things to do you know. But, whatever I'll answer the dumb questions."

"What happened last night?"

"It was round 11:30. Me and the lesser dancers had to go on and perform soon, then little miss perfect complains about her shoes being missing and can't seem to find them. She goes off for a while and doesn't come back till around 12:30. And by that point we had just about finished dancing on stage doing our jobs," Texxxas sighed.

"Did she ever find her shoes?"

"Yeah, I think she was wearing her shoes next time she reappeared."

(That's strange. Why wear the murder weapon like that so openly?)

"She was walking around in the back before she went back to one of the dressing rooms. The other girls used the nearest one while she walked into the last one down the hall. I didn't bother going in since I needed a quick smoke and went out for a bit. I was gone for about fifteen minutes before I went to the back. Normally at 1:00 AM she goes to the VIP room for one of her special appointments with that brat. As I'm walking to the dressing room to sit down before the next act, next thing I know, I heard a scream come out of that VIP room. I, of course, check it out and look at the gruesome sight! Little miss perfect standing over that body. I couldn't believe it! "

"It seems like you don't really care for Rose."

"Hmph! I hate her guts! She had no business comin' here detracting from real workers like yours truly! She barely dances or does teases and yet ranks out the most moola just by standing around! It's unprofessional! I used to be the club's most requested dancer before she showed up."

(Okay, so I'm going to note the bias here...)

"That's too bad."

"Damned right it is!"

"So, do you think Rose killed Mr. Card?"

"Hell, probably! She vanished for a good thirty minutes, around the time of death. And then found the body to boot. I bet she got mad she wasn't getting enough cash or maybe time with him," she said clenching her fist.

"Why would you say that? Mr. Card was pretty wealthy wasn't he?" I asked actually curious.

Texxxas pointed a finger at me and tilted her head to the right in a seductive manner.

"Chastity honey, most of the girls here don't come to perform for fun like I do. Most got another job. It wouldn't surprise me if she killed him because of money. Don't think he ever fully paid her- think he paid with gifts a lot. Almost every meeting she'd come out with some new item. Plus, he was dating another chick. Maybe our little princess didn't want to be a side chick anymore and ended it," she shook her head.

"Who knows? But I know I saw her- I saw her over that body as all that blood was spilling out of him. It was definitely her there!"

(She genuinely seems shaken up by the whole thing, so I think that's true. She saw the crime scene.)

"But you know, it'd be really convenient for you if Rose were gone, wouldn't it? You'd become top dog again."

"Chastity! Are you suggesting that I, the famed Texxxas would sink to the lows of killing a man over something so petty? How foolish! I can't stand that girl, but I wouldn't kill because of her! And I certainly wouldn't murder a man like that. Do you know how hard it is to find an easily accessible handsome AND wealthy man nowadays? Incredibly so. I would have seduced him before anything else came to mind. And besides that, I can work harder to surpass her, I'm the more experienced dancer after all. Most costumers go to her for a cute, innocent face. Not a professional, you see."

"...Alright. I think that'll be everything," I nodded to myself. "You'll be called in tomorrow to testify, so be ready."

"Yes, yes, yes, I get it, Chastity. No need to be so stiff. I'm sure you'll find someone to unlock that belt with the key that'll open up one of the world's most beautiful gifts that a human could ever provide. One of these days," she said wagging a finger at me in that seductive, hunched over, mocking tone.

"Would you stop with that?!" I felt the embarrassment and irritation setting in again. "Okay, we're done here. Don't be late tomorrow. Goodbye, Ms. Texxxas."

With that I stood up from the table and walked out of the room as quickly as possible. I would not want to satisfy her with an uncomfortable look on my face. She was definitely going to be a pain in the ass for everyone in court tomorrow. But the bright side was I wasn't going to be the one to interrogate her! Yay! I decided to bounce and leave the detectives alone and move on to my favorite place- the detention center.

Just as I was leaving a heard a beep sound. I reached into my pants pocket and got my phone. Looking at the display screen, the message was from Gumshoe, reading how the blood was confirmed to have belonged to the victim in that locker. Good. We had some more evidence against Rose now. I shot a text back to Gumshoe telling him thanks and to stay in contact. It was now time to go see our little thorny flower...

May 15th, 4:35 PM

Detention Center

It had been too long since I'd been here- psych. It was always a let down to show up to the detention center. The atmosphere was always gloomy as you'd go by the holding cells as it was connected to the prison. I asked to see Rose, or Ms. Bush and had been taken to the visitors room with with the large glass barrier separating the rooms. I took a seat in a chair waiting for the suspect to arrive. The other side of the room was empty minus a chair and a security camera hanging from the ceiling above. I drummed my fingers on the table rhythmically, hoping not to encounter another strange occurrence with a suspect.

After about five minutes, the door on the other side opened up and a security guard entered with a girl and left closing the door behind him. She was wearing this purple and black corset dress thing, with the end flared out to look like a tutu with some thigh high stockings with lace in black high heels. Honestly, she was every bit as stunning as the pictures showed. Looked great minus the huge, fat frown on her face she had sitting down on her chair.

"Hello, Ms. Rose."

"Hi," she replied softly. "Are you the prosecutor?"

I cocked my head to the side. "Yes, I am. How did you figure that?"

"Maya mentioned that you might come by to ask questions, and that I shouldn't worry because you guys are friends."

(Maya at it again...)

"I'm not out to destroy you, so you shouldn't worry about that. However, I am still on the opposing side. And I will do my job to ensure we get to the bottom of what happened last night. That's fair, right?"

She nodded.

"I already have my thoughts on what happened, but I'd like to know your side of the events. So, can you please answer some questions for me?"

"What is it you'd like to know?"

(Yeah, she really doesn't seem like a stripper let alone a murderer. She seems so formal and delicate...like some kind of china doll.)

"Can you describe what happened yesterday night?"

Rose took a breath.

"It was a regular night. I came to work around ten. I was supposed to dance and then meet with Collin at 1 AM like we normally did. But when I was going to perform, I couldn't find my stage shoes. I looked for them everywhere! But I never found them and ended up missing the stage show. I ended up borrowing a coworker's shoes in the mean time as I still was on the look out for my own pair, but I had to forget about it since I was going to meet Collin."

She laughed a bit sadly. "I loved spending time with him. He was always so funny and kind, regardless of what anyone said about him...so why?"

"I'm sorry," I said unsure of what else to say.

Rose shook her head, wiping her eyes.

"No, I'm sorry. I've had to recount this story a lot, I should be used to it by now."

I waited for her to start again as she took another breath.

"Anyway, I was going to meet Collin in one of the VIP rooms, like always. I entered the agreed room around one and when I entered I- that's when I saw him dead! I...couldn't believe it. He was covered in these marks and blood was everywhere and...how could anyone do something like that?" she frowned.

"I see," I said stroking my chin. "I couldn't imagine being the one to discover the body of a person you knew like that. Must have been awful."

Rose was shaking her head furiously. "I don't remember what happened next- I think I may have fainted. I just didn't want it to be true, that he was gone."

"So, what exactly was your relationship to Collin?" I asked.

"Huh? We were friends, despite what anyone else said. I know the papers like to think we were lovers, but there weren't any romantic feelings."

(Well, at least not on your end...)

"And what were the grounds for your arrest?"

"The murder weapon was apparently my shoes. But, I don't know how that could be, because I couldn't find those shoes all night! Someone else had to have taken them..." she frowned.

(This is interesting, if she is to be believed. It contradicts the testimony from Texxxas, which claimed to have seen her in the white shoes going into the dressing room... They both seem to be telling the truth here, so I don't know what to think.)

"Very well, I think that's all I needed to know," I said standing up from my seat.

Rose looked at me with a hint of disappointment in her eyes.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

Internally I cringed. It wasn't like I didn't want to believe her, but I had to be careful.

I folded my arms. "Ms. Rose, despite what my friend may or may not have said about me, I'm not a defense attorney. I'm a prosecutor...it's my job to doubt you, as much as I may not want to. I have to question and speculate everything. And if we want to figure out what really happened I have to push hard."

She still seemed down about it. "I understand."

"You'll be in good hands with the attorney and Maya. They always believe in others even if a situation seems...hopeless. I don't doubt that they will do all they can for you, so you'll have to trust them just like I have to do."

"Why would you need to trust them?"

The question I'd ask Edgeworth- why the hell would I need to trust my opponent?

"Because if we want to know the truth, everyone needs to work together. Even if it is a pain in the ass. If someone half asses the job, we're going to get an untrue verdict that doesn't benefit us. I don't want to see the wrong people in jail because that's not justice. So, you gotta trust me on this one."

She closed her eyes, musing aloud to herself. "Trust huh..."

"I should go, but I recommend that you prepare yourself for tomorrow. I think it's going to be a battle."

Rose's eyes widened. I guessed she didn't know much about a Phoenix Wright trial. It was going to be hell in that courtroom tomorrow. Everyone's life was going to be hanging by threads in there.

"Okay, bye Ms. Prosecutor. And thank you." she said with a little smile.

(Ms. Prosecutor? Well, it beats Chastity.)

I nodded. "See ya. Stay frosty."

With that I turned my back and waltzed out of the room. With that said and done, there was only one other thing left to do, and that was plan the strategy for court. Back to the prosecutor's office it was.

May 15th, 9:56 PM

Prosecutor's Office, Room 404

Well, it took time, but I figured out some of what I could do for court tomorrow. I didn't know what the defense had found, but I could screw them over with some of the evidence I had, but didn't share hehehe. Setting traps was sort of fun; I wondered if it was how Edgeworth felt in the first game. Anywho, there was going to be an issue with the shoes, which I knew what going to come up. I could play it off by trusting the witness testimony more than I could the suspect's, after all she had vanished for nearly an hour before reappearing again. She could have easily killed Collin and came back to try to look normal and pretend to walk in on the body. Then again, Texxxas was a jealous bitch. I'd have to bullshit my way around that somehow, but that was minor. Gumshoe didn't have anything else for me, but he did bring the crime scene photos over so I could have them at the ready. I was going to call him in tomorrow to explain the facts of the case so we did go over his testimony quite a few times. Wright wouldn't be able to blow a single hole in it and that would probably shake him up a little, to show him I wasn't fucking around hehe.

For more evidence against Rose, the scarf she wore was around Collin's neck and there was his blood in the locker. My guess being that maybe the shoes were placed in there after the murder. Wait. Actually, she could have put the shoes in there and swapped with someone else's and claim to have been wearing those the entire time. That wasn't unrealistic. There was an hour of time where she was unaccounted for- and it doesn't seem like anyone else can establish her alibi either. It's just her word against the witness's...

And also, it did seem like she and Collin did have a close relationship. Whether or not it was a boyfriend/girlfriend thing was debatable, but he definitely cared about her if he was doting on her as much as he did. Perhaps a motive for murder could be that she wasn't getting enough actual money from him? Or maybe she realized his feelings for her that she didn't want? Either way, I didn't think I had much to worry about tomorrow, well at least until the defense started opening its mouth. Regardless, there'd be a few traps for him- especially with cross examining that woman. He could have a lot more fun with her than I did. I wasn't going to bother going over anything else with her again, it would take up way too much of my time. She could screw with Phoenix on her own time.

Oh, and that bastard, Edgeworth was coming to watch tomorrow. I'd get back at him for this whole thing. Once this case was over, I was going to kick his ass. Some way. I ran into him when I came back from the detention center, and I could see the hints of amusement he had as I described what was happening with the case. And as usual, he told me, 'I look forward to your performance.' I wasn't sure what that meant this time, because on one hand it could mean that he looked forward to me putting that man on the ropes nearly causing him to lose the case on day one, or it could have meant that he was looking forward to seeing me naively think I had a solid case put together and then watch it collapse because that man found one little detail to decimate all my hard work. I had no idea. I would rather prefer the first one, but I couldn't predict anything considering these cases didn't happen in the games...and I have no gamefaqs. Though, I did try to google some walkthroughs out of desperation and I didn't come up with anything unfortunately. I had to keep thinking my way out of things as usual.

I couldn't really believe I was going to face Phoenix Wright in court, though. I had played the games, all in his point of view of except for Apollo Justice obviously. So, it was going to be bizarre actually having him be my enemy on the other side of the room. I had so many expectations on myself. I mean, all the other prosecutors had their own cool designs and quirks...I didn't know how to match up with them. In a way I wanted to be a sort of threat, but not too much because I was going to try to help Phoenix later on, so he couldn't be too wary of me. But in reality I was probably more afraid of him than he'd even realize. I had to show him what I could do. If I did truly earn the title of Edgeworth's protege, I had to prove it, didn't I? Edgeworth was someone who he could trust despite him being a jackass at times...and Maya already liked me. I just needed to gain his trust. This was probably going to be the real start of the mission, so I couldn't mess this part up.

Yes. I was going to play hard tomorrow. I got up from my desk, collected my papers, turned out the lights and locked my door. I was going to need to get a lot of sleep for tomorrow. I was going to get up early to review things once more and generally be energetic. I was going in. Even though it was a losing battle for me, Phoenix Wright had better watch out.

Profiles:

Maya Fey: Age 19. It looks like we're good friends based on what I know.

Miles Edgeworth: Age 26. My mentor? Likes giving me lectures. It seems we're on good terms.

Detective Gumshoe: Age 32. Lead detective on this case. Looks like we both got the bad end of the stick this time.

Larry Butz: Age 25. Janitor. This guy is a trip, true to his nickname.

Raymond Shields: Age 35. The sassy defense attorney I've faced in court.

Judge: Age ?. Old timer judge. No one know his real name.

Mia Fey: Deceased. I guess my guide or inspiration to keep surviving this place, until that very fatal day.

Collin Card: Age 27. Victim. Was the lead in the next Silver Samurai movie.

Rose: Age 24. Suspect. Popular dancer at the Royale Hotel.

Phoenix Wright: Age 26. The man I'm supposed to be saving. My rival in court for the next case. Somebody save me.

Texxxas: Age 28. A jealous dancer. The main witness.

Evidence:

Prosecutor's badge: With this, I can prove I'm a prosecutor. Dunno why we don't wear them on our lapels like defense attorneys though.

Magatama: Magical sacred charm that should allow me to communicate with Mia.

Autopsy Report: Time of death between 12:00 AM to 12:30 AM. Cause of death 1 inch puncture wound to the throat. Other puncture wounds and bruising on face, arms, and legs damaging, but non fatal. Death was not immediate.

Stilettos: The heels are covered in blood. Used to kill the victim.

Scarf: Luxurious red scarf belonging to Rose. Found wrapped around the victim's neck at the crime scene.

Mysterious letter: Addressed to an Angie discussing some type of deal perhaps?

Letter to Rose: About the bag she uses. Sounds very affectionate.

Bloody locker: Rose's locker is covered in specks and traces of blood belonging to the victim at the bottom.

Crime Scene Photos: Pictures of the crime scene taken after the discovery of the body.