Trial of love| Taennie

37.

Jennie wore the forensic gear that she was supposed to, and her hair was already tied up.

So when the latex of the glove snapped on her skin as she secured it, she took it as a sign and walked into the house, as she looked around the house.

She was already informed that the event happened on the second floor, but she still took a walk around as she observed the ground floor.

The basic investigation by the officials was going to start in around 15 minutes, so really nothing had been touched yet.

She walked around as she saw that basically everything was in the normal position of how a day would be.

But then when she approached the latch, she noticed it was broken from the outside using a hammer or something of the sort, as she saw the marks.

She also noticed the shelf nearby which showed a vase was clearly in the wrong position, based on the dust marks as she snapped a picture and proceeded upstairs as she didn't want to run out of time.

Walking up the stairs she noticed that there were multiple muddy footprints going upwards, but none downwards.

Which meant the assailant had to have taken a different route to leave the house, to which of course she made a note of to take a picture.

Climbing upwards even more as she avoided the footprints she was able to see the caution tape clearly.

There were two ways on the hallway and she went to the scene first, making a note to check the others later if needed, but it didn't seem she needed to as the footprints only went to the master bedroom.

The door was already open as she walked in, and quietly gasped at the sight of the body.

Their neck slit and so were their multiple other areas of attack, as she walked beside them.

They were on the floor, not even on the bed.

The victim of their assault case was now dead.

And she had no reason to not suspect the face that this could be linked to their defendant.

Especially after the threat he had given her, and every thing seemed off since the beginning.

She stalked closer as she looked at the injuries on the body, and it was definitely a knife.

It didn't seem to be a large one, but sharp enough to rip skin definitely.

The victim seemed to have been pushed down as well, based on the positioning there was no way they would have tripped themselves, and based on the blood on the end of the blood frame, there was definitely a struggle.

Looking at the phone he placed nearby she saw that the number of the emergency land line was being dialled, but the numbers never made it to the end, which must've been when they died.

She was about to look over something else until her eyes instead caught the sight of something else.

There was a lose board at the end of the wall towards a corner, and she approached it taking a picture as she was documenting the whole thing.

She pulled it slowly only to gasp in surprise at what she saw.

A pack of Cocaine, At least half a Kilo, being hidden in the secret area.

"What the fuck..." she muttered at the sight of it and then found another piece of evidence.

A phone.

"It was clear he had a second phone, which meant the possibility of a third or maybe even more phones.

This all seemed to shady to her as she looked at both packages, along with a letter in there.

It was sealed and technically could count as evidence from the crime scene so she couldn't open it, as it would count as tampering with evidence.

"What in the hell is going on..." she muttered to herself as she flashed her light to see if there was anything elseS

Just in case.

But there was nothing more.

She quickly returned the floorboard to its original position and made a note to tell the officers about the compartment as she stood up and wanted to the open window.

"This must have been how the assailant escaped" Jennie thought to herself as she saw the roof ledge, which was easily a way out.

They would just climb on it and use a nearby tree to reach the ground any time.

It was a practical exit for a crime scene.

She could see the press still there downstairs as they never stopped crowding around the scene.

Sometimes she wondered how they'd gotten to crime scenes and places within a matter of seconds.

Is there some type of training for that?

Like super speed real training or something along the lines of that.

She was just about to look back in the room but then she heard fast ascending foot steps towards her, and by the time she turned, it was already too late as the knife pierced her skin.

She held her stomach in surprise as he pulled it out, and she couldn't see his face.

He tried attacking her again but she grabbed his arm and twisted it back, before kicking him so that he  toppled  over
The ground.

The stinging pain in her abdomen only kept ascending however as her line of vision began to get blurry.

"Help!" She shouted as he stood up getting ready to attack her again as she stood straight prepared, but to her luck some officers came at the right time and apprehended him.

Her vision blurred even more when someone came to ask her if she was okay, and they gasped once they saw her bleeding.

She heard something along the lines of help?

Ambulance?

Hospital?

Stabbed?

She didn't know because she began to feel weaker and starting to feel her legs go limp as she collapsed on the ground, as the officer caught her.

Her eyes began to close, and they finally did,  but that was not before she was his face and something else.

Jennie had already figured out he was the killer; and that he must have snuck in through the same window he left through.

But that wasn't what she saw.

What she saw is what was her new lead.

Tattoo.