I Know Your Type 1.2

I Know Your Type

Chapter 1: The Itch

1.2 The Itch: Forensic Science

 

3 Days later

 

Hey Dawn it looks like the Black Widow is at it again a tall guy in a forensic uniform said.

 

Hi Will, so what have you guys discovered so far? She asked.

 

Well nothing he replied.

 

Will had met Dawn in the front of the hotel where the murder had occurred and begin to walk her to the elevator. The guy was a hedge fund manager, a husband and a father of three he told her as they stepped in the elevator.

 

I wonder why these guys keep going home with these strange women; I mean this has been all over the news she said puzzled.

 

Hey there’s nothing more relentless than a dog trying to get a bone he joked as the elevator stopped and they got off on the 15th floor.

 

Dawn Malawi was a forensic scientist who also had a degree in criminology and graduated at the top of her class from Harvard. She definitely knew how to get away with murder.  She knew how cops thought and what they looked for when investigating crime scenes. Being the lead forensic scientist she always got to come back and admire her handy work. Dawn reveled in the fact the she left the other investigators stumped. She loved how the cops had no leads they were confused. Men all over the city were scared but it didn’t stop them from taking her home night after night.

 

She and Will entered the hotel room. There were cops and forensic scientist everywhere.

 

His carotid artery was completely severed with what looks likes a very shape blade will said.

 

He was also handcuffed and the cuffs were so tight that it slit his ulnar artery he said.

 

Just say slit his wrists, you know I hate when you use unnecessary medical terms Dawn replied.

 

Dawn approached the body that was lying on his back in bed with this hands handcuffed in from of him. He was lying in a pool of dried blood in nothing but his boxer shorts. She could see the bloody wounds on his neck and wrists.

 

He’s been dead about three days, there was a do not disturb sign on the door so no one came in until he didn’t check out on time he said. The housekeeper found him the little old lady nearly had a heart attack, it took forever to calm her down he told her.

 

Dawn could see that there were no defensive wounds on the body but she already knew he didn’t fight back. She took him by surprise; he made it so easy with the handcuffs. He loved being tied up and told he was a bad boy. Well he was a very bad boy and mama wasn’t pleased so she slit his throat, his unfaithful lying throat.

 

What’s the victim’s name? She asked.

 

Donald Carter, Will stated.

 

Have you notified the family yet? She asked.

 

Yeah they will be here tomorrow they had to catch a flight from New York he told her.

 

I feel so bad for his family Dawn said with a sad look on her face. Those poor kids left without a father and his wife left to raise those kids on her own she added. We have got to find whoever is doing this I just can’t tell another family their father, son or husband is dead she said.

 

It must be that time of the month Will said with a laugh. You usually don’t get emotional, you’re usually gangsta at the crime scenes he said.

 

Will you are on a roll today with the jokes, you should be a comedian to bad you aren’t funny Dawn stated.

 

 

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