"Oh, it's my car." She read the chart once, knowing that she wouldn't have to read it again with her eidetic memory. Moving to the body, she stroked the young corpse's hair, sighing and leaning over to speak to him. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I'll see what I can find out, but the police will help too, yeah? Don't worry, Ben, we'll get you taken care of."
Turning to start her tape recorder, she started the first incision, eyes sad but determined.