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"Who found the body?"
"The landlord." The beat cop at the door to the apartment must have been new. I didn't recognize him, and he was looking a little green around the gills. Either it was his first homicide scene, or it was particularly bad.
"Yeah? And he was poking around in here, why exactly?"
"Ummm... he said the guy, the deceased, that is, was a week late with the rent, and he was seeing if he had skipped out."
"Right. You stay out here, rookie. Let us take care of things inside." There was already one of the forensics guys inside the apartment, taking pictures of everything. Looked like one of Hendricks' team. Good. At least he kept them in line, only doing forensics, and not trying to be a character out of some goddamned TV show.
I walked through the apartment... it was basically a shotgun set-up. One hall connecting to all the rooms. The stiff was in the bathroom all the way in the back. More to the point, he was in the toilet.
"Christ... I guess we can rule out suicide." He was bent backwards at the waist, like someone had snapped him in half and tried to flush him. Only problem was, that doesn't work with a grown human.
"There's not a whole lot of blood, detective." Yeah, Hendricks was here. Good. Smart man. Picks up most of the details of a crime scene. Bit of an odd duck too, but hey, no-one's perfect. Hendricks was actually standing in the bathtub, about the only place he could get a good look at the body and still leave room for others to work.
"Yeah, should there be?"
"Well, detective, not that I have a lot of experience at this particular motif of murder, but considering the damage that I can see to his lower torso and midsection, at the very least, there should be blood spattered all over the floor, the walls, even into this bathtub. There isn't. In fact... there's barely a half-dozen drops, on the floor."
"Which means?"
"I don't know." He may have been dead before being folded up and stuffed in the toilet. He may have been exsanguinated through some wound that we cannot see due to the positioning of the corpse. The only other damage to the body that I can note at this time is some sort of banded abrasion around his back."
Yeah, there was some sort of long welt running across his back. Looked a lot like a belt whipping or maybe some kind of large rope burn. Shit, I really hope this didn't get any weirder then it already looked. I still had a couple open cases from early in the year that pegged pretty high on the what-the-fuck meter.
"The landlord." The beat cop at the door to the apartment must have been new. I didn't recognize him, and he was looking a little green around the gills. Either it was his first homicide scene, or it was particularly bad.
"Yeah? And he was poking around in here, why exactly?"
"Ummm... he said the guy, the deceased, that is, was a week late with the rent, and he was seeing if he had skipped out."
"Right. You stay out here, rookie. Let us take care of things inside." There was already one of the forensics guys inside the apartment, taking pictures of everything. Looked like one of Hendricks' team. Good. At least he kept them in line, only doing forensics, and not trying to be a character out of some goddamned TV show.
I walked through the apartment... it was basically a shotgun set-up. One hall connecting to all the rooms. The stiff was in the bathroom all the way in the back. More to the point, he was in the toilet.
"Christ... I guess we can rule out suicide." He was bent backwards at the waist, like someone had snapped him in half and tried to flush him. Only problem was, that doesn't work with a grown human.
"There's not a whole lot of blood, detective." Yeah, Hendricks was here. Good. Smart man. Picks up most of the details of a crime scene. Bit of an odd duck too, but hey, no-one's perfect. Hendricks was actually standing in the bathtub, about the only place he could get a good look at the body and still leave room for others to work.
"Yeah, should there be?"
"Well, detective, not that I have a lot of experience at this particular motif of murder, but considering the damage that I can see to his lower torso and midsection, at the very least, there should be blood spattered all over the floor, the walls, even into this bathtub. There isn't. In fact... there's barely a half-dozen drops, on the floor."
"Which means?"
"I don't know." He may have been dead before being folded up and stuffed in the toilet. He may have been exsanguinated through some wound that we cannot see due to the positioning of the corpse. The only other damage to the body that I can note at this time is some sort of banded abrasion around his back."
Yeah, there was some sort of long welt running across his back. Looked a lot like a belt whipping or maybe some kind of large rope burn. Shit, I really hope this didn't get any weirder then it already looked. I still had a couple open cases from early in the year that pegged pretty high on the what-the-fuck meter.