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returned to the station. When they arrived, the incident room was a hive of activity, even Molly was busy tapping away on her computer.
"Give me five minutes to go over this report and I'll summarise it for you. Then, before we call it a day, we'll recap what we have or haven't achieved today, okay?"
The team shouted, "Yes, ma'am," in unison. Work had been non-stop lately for all of them and their spirits rose at the thought of knocking off early.
The report did little to raise Lorne's spirits. In fact, it proved to be a total disappointment, full of conjecture and uncertainties. It emphasised the need and urgency to recover the missing limbs before the cause of death could be ascertained.
Doctor Arnaud suggested there was a distinct possibility the body may have been placed in a freezer for a week or two before they'd discovered it. He also stated that, although the torso had suffered many blows with a blunt instrument, none of the injuries sustained would have been considered fatal.
The skin around the neck was jagged in some areas and torn in others, a sign that it had been removed impatiently by the perpetrator with some kind of saw. It appeared that this had been carried out around the time of death, as the extent of blood loss incurred, from what he could gather, had been maximum. The fingertips of the left hand would appear to have been removed in the same way.
The victim had suffered four broken ribs and during the assault the sternum had also sustained several fractures.
She read on and was horrified to find that a piece of wood five inches long and three inches in diameter had been discovered wedged deep inside the victim's vaginal vault. This would suggest that the crime had been a sexually motivated one, although no semen was found in, on or near the corpse.
The doctor had finalised his report by saying: if, and it's a big if, the victim had lived, the internal injuries she suffered would have meant she would have had to endure months of recuperation and numerous corrective operations. Putting it bluntly, the victim's death had proven to be a blessing in disguise.
Stunned and disgusted, Lorne slammed the report shut. If the victim was verified to be Belinda Greenaway, what kind of sick animal were they dealing with? The woman was sixty-five years old for Christ's sake. No one in their right mind would subject a woman of that age to such a horrendous ordeal, or any age, would they?
She had to concur with Arnaud's view, that death had been the better option for this poor defenceless woman.
A sudden urge to call home and hear a friendly voice overtook her.
"Hello?" the young voice answered.
"Hello, darling, did you enjoy your sleepover?"
"It was all right, Susie had another fight with her Mum and…"
"And?"
"And, I love you, Mum."
Her eyes misted up instantly and her throat felt restricted. She cleared it with a slight cough. "Oh, Charlie, I love you, too. Did you have a good day at school?"
"Not especially, one of the teachers was off sick and the deputy-head stepped in for Maths. A bummer really."
"Charlie, you mind your language," she chastised, holding back a laugh. "Is your father there?"
"Yeah, where else would he be?"
Where indeed, but for how much longer?
"I hear Charlie just gave you a sample of the latest word she's picked up at school," Tom said light-heartedly when he picked up the phone.
"God knows where she's getting it from. Anyway, I'm just about to wind things up here. Fingers crossed I should be home within the hour, shall I pop by the off-licence on the way?"
"Nope, I took care of that earlier. Just hurry home, I've made Lasagne for dinner."
Lorne didn't have the heart to tell him she'd eaten pasta for lunch. He'd obviously made an effort; any doubts she had of her marriage coming to an abrupt end diminished rapidly during the call. He'd spent time preparing her favourite meal. Perhaps he'd had time to think about their circumstances and decided
"Give me five minutes to go over this report and I'll summarise it for you. Then, before we call it a day, we'll recap what we have or haven't achieved today, okay?"
The team shouted, "Yes, ma'am," in unison. Work had been non-stop lately for all of them and their spirits rose at the thought of knocking off early.
The report did little to raise Lorne's spirits. In fact, it proved to be a total disappointment, full of conjecture and uncertainties. It emphasised the need and urgency to recover the missing limbs before the cause of death could be ascertained.
Doctor Arnaud suggested there was a distinct possibility the body may have been placed in a freezer for a week or two before they'd discovered it. He also stated that, although the torso had suffered many blows with a blunt instrument, none of the injuries sustained would have been considered fatal.
The skin around the neck was jagged in some areas and torn in others, a sign that it had been removed impatiently by the perpetrator with some kind of saw. It appeared that this had been carried out around the time of death, as the extent of blood loss incurred, from what he could gather, had been maximum. The fingertips of the left hand would appear to have been removed in the same way.
The victim had suffered four broken ribs and during the assault the sternum had also sustained several fractures.
She read on and was horrified to find that a piece of wood five inches long and three inches in diameter had been discovered wedged deep inside the victim's vaginal vault. This would suggest that the crime had been a sexually motivated one, although no semen was found in, on or near the corpse.
The doctor had finalised his report by saying: if, and it's a big if, the victim had lived, the internal injuries she suffered would have meant she would have had to endure months of recuperation and numerous corrective operations. Putting it bluntly, the victim's death had proven to be a blessing in disguise.
Stunned and disgusted, Lorne slammed the report shut. If the victim was verified to be Belinda Greenaway, what kind of sick animal were they dealing with? The woman was sixty-five years old for Christ's sake. No one in their right mind would subject a woman of that age to such a horrendous ordeal, or any age, would they?
She had to concur with Arnaud's view, that death had been the better option for this poor defenceless woman.
A sudden urge to call home and hear a friendly voice overtook her.
"Hello?" the young voice answered.
"Hello, darling, did you enjoy your sleepover?"
"It was all right, Susie had another fight with her Mum and…"
"And?"
"And, I love you, Mum."
Her eyes misted up instantly and her throat felt restricted. She cleared it with a slight cough. "Oh, Charlie, I love you, too. Did you have a good day at school?"
"Not especially, one of the teachers was off sick and the deputy-head stepped in for Maths. A bummer really."
"Charlie, you mind your language," she chastised, holding back a laugh. "Is your father there?"
"Yeah, where else would he be?"
Where indeed, but for how much longer?
"I hear Charlie just gave you a sample of the latest word she's picked up at school," Tom said light-heartedly when he picked up the phone.
"God knows where she's getting it from. Anyway, I'm just about to wind things up here. Fingers crossed I should be home within the hour, shall I pop by the off-licence on the way?"
"Nope, I took care of that earlier. Just hurry home, I've made Lasagne for dinner."
Lorne didn't have the heart to tell him she'd eaten pasta for lunch. He'd obviously made an effort; any doubts she had of her marriage coming to an abrupt end diminished rapidly during the call. He'd spent time preparing her favourite meal. Perhaps he'd had time to think about their circumstances and decided
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