Work issues (Sherlock)
Jennifer had been sent out on a call without Charlie. It wasn't the first such call, but she wasn't so sure that she should be working this one alone. After all, it was a very brutal murder, and with all the deaths of the Asylum staff going on, she thought that her partner should be kept in the loop. If they both saw things at the same time, everything worked like magic. They talked, they commiserated. They figured things out. She didn't want to break that cycle in the midst of some of the worst crimes in the City's history.
However, when she got there, she discovered that she didn't have a single thing to worry about. The M.O. was completely different. Not even just different, but startlingly put together. She was handed a file when she arrived on scene that described other deaths that looked exactly like this one.
There were small cuts all over the body. The paleness of the flesh and lack of livor mortis indicated that this person had bled out. She didn't need the medical examiner to tell her that, but he did anyway. The wallet, keys, money, credit cards, photos, jewelry, all of it was there, but spread around the corpse. The most disturbing part of it was the face. Jennifer was pretty sure that's what they called a Glasgow Smile. Ear to ear. Teeth showing through the gaping wound left by something extremely sharp.
Whoever had done this had taken this person unawares. They had also taken their time.
"It's obviously not the same killers who are wrapped up in the Arkham stuff." She mused, normally she would be talking to Charlie. "Two sets of killers running free in the City. Great. Fucking great."
Jennifer knelt by the body. "No motive here."
However, when she got there, she discovered that she didn't have a single thing to worry about. The M.O. was completely different. Not even just different, but startlingly put together. She was handed a file when she arrived on scene that described other deaths that looked exactly like this one.
There were small cuts all over the body. The paleness of the flesh and lack of livor mortis indicated that this person had bled out. She didn't need the medical examiner to tell her that, but he did anyway. The wallet, keys, money, credit cards, photos, jewelry, all of it was there, but spread around the corpse. The most disturbing part of it was the face. Jennifer was pretty sure that's what they called a Glasgow Smile. Ear to ear. Teeth showing through the gaping wound left by something extremely sharp.
Whoever had done this had taken this person unawares. They had also taken their time.
"It's obviously not the same killers who are wrapped up in the Arkham stuff." She mused, normally she would be talking to Charlie. "Two sets of killers running free in the City. Great. Fucking great."
Jennifer knelt by the body. "No motive here."