CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

THE PHOTOGRAPHERS HAD TAKEN ALL THEIR PHOTOS AND THE FORENSIC TEAM HAD CLEARED THE BODY.  LINCOLN AND COOK GAVE THE UNFORTUNATE WOMAN ONE LAST LOOK BEFORE THE MEDICAL EXAMINER PREPARED HER FOR TRANSPORT .

Gail was the first to notice something not right. (Considering the horrific state of the body it would have been a simple matter not to notice something so mundane.)

“Where are her clothes,” Asked Gail.

Lincoln looked around the immediate area. Hmm.  “The animals that attacked her?   Ran off with them?”

“Do animals do that?”

“Do I look like an animal to you?” He asked.   She didn’t reply which was actually her reply.   He was oddly encouraged by her silence.

He approached Budianski who steadfastly had his back to the crime scene.

“Any hits on the victim’s prints?” Asked the detective.

“I don’t know if there is even enough left of her fingers to lift prints,” Said the sergeant, trying to shut down the memories that came with the thought.