Chapter 3 autopsy
On the eve of the autopsy room, I had to collect myself, because I wasn´t able to listen to how it was with the victim. Derek felt it and put an arm around my shoulders. This gesture gave me a security that I had only felt as a child, but only when my dad was with me. Meanwhile, I was sure.
"Go before. I'll be right in," he understood immediately and went ever pure.
In me it was raging. I fell into sweats I tried to control. My subconscious was trying to protect against what was behind the door to the autopsy me. Fear came over me because of that. Despite this fear, I wanted to find out what was there.
While I thought back and forth, I heard from here what the Doc Derek had to say about the victims.
"Each victim was immediately death of the bullet that hit her in the chest. This penetrated the heart and came on the back out again. Each has bruises on her wrists and feet. I have also a high dose at each of K.O. Droplets found in the blood, so that no one could defend themselfes"
"So they were believed to be held."
"Yes, I have found something else. In the stomach was at each italian food."
When the Doc mentioned this, I heard an excerpt from my childhood, but I could see no faces to the voices, as if they were blurry.
"Try Pinat" said the man's voice.
"What is it?" asked the girl's voice.
"Shells. They are really delicious. "
"I don´t know, Dad!"
"How do you know that they don´t taste it, if you do not you try?"
"Come let them treasure" reined him a woman.
"You know how your husband is" remembered another man's wife.
"You're right, Sheldon. The typical stubborn."
Pinat. Yes. So my dad always called me. After so many years, I recognized the voice of my dad. This led me finally to enter the pathology. I walked with courage in my heart, the truth on the track. Derek noticed my presence next to him and put a hand on my back. We looked at short and I nodded to him to show him that it was okay for me to stand at the tender girl and bear it.
"My name is SSA Kelly Chase!" I stood in front of the Doc.
"Have you found something else" I asked him.
"I've found at each victim a word. The offender has carved it with a knife on a wrist. The blade is probably from a small kitchen knife that you can use for cutting vegetables."
"Just as it looks like that's his handwriting," I said to Derek turned.
"Do you think it is a message?"
"Probably. Maybe we could have a list of what words they have found with whom? "I asked the doc.
"Of course," and so he went to his desk. There he wrote the data and thus came to us and gave it to us. So we went without us to look at what words were scratched to the car.