Jennifer looked over her shoulder at the voice and discovered a strange, tall, dark man. With an English accent. That would make the second one. And it was still very strange to hear. She looked back at the body.
"The personal effects are all here. No rape. Not personal, or the victims would all have something more in common. Not a part of the ... other... deaths." She frowned at herself. She was so used to talking to somebody at the crime scene.
"I can't be talking about this with you. Who are you. You need to ... where the hell is the tape?" Jennifer stood up. "Do we not block off crime scenes anymore, people? It's alright now for random people to just wander up and say hello?"