Detective Hanson was already standing on the far left of the room, as Henry and Jo walked in. Despite his being there for the last twenty minutes, it was still difficult to take in what he saw. The room was a decent size, much larger than anyone expected. There was a old fashioned operating table, with a plush chair seated at the foot. A million different types of surgical instruments covered the tables that were placed along the walls of the room. You would assume this was a hospital, prepping for it's next surgery.

Then, there was the blood.

It covered every surface, in and around the operating table. Imagine the most gruesome horror film you have ever seen, and multiply that by one thousand. Within the puddles and smears of blood, pieces of flesh sat motionless. Some were hardly big enough to see, while others were clear as day. Whatever happened here was unspeakable.

No one moved for quite some time. Detective Hanson simply stood there, his face twisted in disgust. Jo pulled Henry's scarf even closer, doing her best to focus her attention on the smell of it. Henry scanned the room as a medical examiner scans a body, looking for clues as to what happened here and why. Taking a few more steps into the room, he was the first to speak.

"Detective Hanson, has forensics taken any samples of the blood on the..." He paused, looking for the right word, since the blood was everywhere. "...surfaces?"

He nodded. "There were several samples taken; two from the operating table, and one from the floor beneath it."

Henry shook his head. "That won't be enough. We'll need samples from every corner of the room. Who knows how many people bled here..."

There was another moment of silence. It filled the room like water, leaving no one room to think about anything else but breathing. Who could have committed such a heinous crime in this place? What caused them to sink so low as to strip the lifeblood from another person? And why did no one stop them? There would have been no way for anyone to get the victims in this room, except through the front entrance. Surely, the tenants living in the apartments above would have heard screams?

"Henry, look."

Jo watched as Henry took in the crime scene before him. The seriousness of his face deepened as he began asking Detective Hanson questions. They were simple, yet to the point, as his questions always were. Jo listened for a few moments, before starting an investigation of the crime scene herself. The amount of blood covering the various surfaces of the room was quite shocking. She needed to be careful where she stepped, in order not to get it all over her shoes. Instead of examining the most shocking part of the crime scene, she made her way to the other end of the room. There was not as much blood here, so it was easier to navigate.

This end of the room held a simple dresser, three drawers high. Several towels were folded neatly on top, despite their being covered in blood. It was kind of odd, she thought, to fold them so neatly. Moving onto the contents in the dresser, there was little to be desired. More towels - cleans ones - and a few sets of scrubs. It was possible they could get prints off these items, and possibly bits of hair, but that was all.

Just as she closed the bottom drawer, something caught her eye. Something shiny was tucked underneath. "Henry, look."

Henry turned at Jo's words, and came over to her. Pulling a pair of latex gloves out of his pocket, he slipped them on and knelt down. It took him a minute or so to retrieve whatever was stuck, but once he did, Jo was quite surprised.

"A locket?" She said.

He looked up at her. "Yes, it would seem so. It looks quite old, actually." Being careful not to break it, Henry pulled it open and found a photograph inside.

"Could that be one of our victims?"

"I believe it is; though I would need to have a closer look, as the photograph is quite small."

"How did it get under there?" Detective Hanson asked, walking over to Jo.

Henry stood up, and to her surprise, he was grinning. "This girl was smart. She wasn't going to go down without a fight." Walking back over to the door, he began to reenact the scene. "Judging by the scuff marks on the floor, one of the girls was dragged in here. There are bits of wood on the floor as well. She was dragged in backwards, and in her best attempt to escape, she gripped the sides of the entry way, pulling bits of wood off."

Jo walked over to Henry, and stood with her back to the room. "She couldn't keep herself from being pulled in. It's possible, once she realized there was nothing she could do, she ripped off her locket and threw it to the ground, hoping someone would find it."

He nodded. "Yes, that's my conclusion as well."

"What about the other victim?" Hanson asked. "Certainly, our killer couldn't have dragged two women in here at once."

"The lacerations and stab wounds on the other victim are not as refined as this girl's," He said, holding up the locket. "And her body temperature was lower, as well. I believe the other girl was murdered first. My fear is, judging from the position of the chair over there, our second victim was forced to watch."

"That's awful," Hanson commented.

For the next hour or so, they went through every corner of the room, looking for clues as to what happened. Despite it's awful appearance, it was a treasure trove of information. The bits of flesh were gathered to further verify who was murdered in this room. There were quite a few fingerprints on the operating table and the instruments. However, most of them were only partials. It would be difficult to figure out who they belonged to. After they finished collecting the information and evidence, there was nothing more left to do than go back to the station.

"This should definitely give us information into who killed these women." Hanson commented, as they were ready to leave.

"I have no doubt," Jo said confidently. She peeked over at Henry, who was still looking at things in the room. His face still held an air of seriousness, but seemed softened. Hopefully, all this new information would ease his fears, particularly for her. The killer would be caught and brought to justice. There was nothing any of them needed to worry about.