Jennifer looked back at the body. Upward angle? How the hell was she supposed to know that? She was not a trained doctor, or scientist. She was a cop. A detective.
It was making her angry, is what it was doing.
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"What the fuck." She stared at the image. Or rather, the after image still burned in her mind.
Then she shook herself out of it.
"Listen, idiot." She said firmly. "There are other murders along the lines of this one, and yes, obviously they're related. It's all the same M.O. That part's not hard."
Jennifer leaned forward and spoke slowly, emphasizing words and becoming rather dickish herself. "There. Are. Other. Murders. In. This. City. That. Are. Un.Related. They. Have. Nothing. To. Do. With. These. Where do you do your research?"
These murders hadn't hit the papers yet. The others had.