Dressed For Death

CHAPTER 3

JULIETTE

"The same injuries are on the victim's body. She was stabbed twenty-seven times before she died because of the laceration on her neck" I muttered to myself as I took notes on my pad.

The killer made the final blow by cutting her throat and their work was messy on this cadaver. The other two victims didn't have stab wounds nor slit throats.

Both were dead by electrocution. I'm sure that made their hair raise on their heads. Okay no- I need to stop with those lame jokes.

"The same pattern continues. The victim's face has been completely ripped off as the other two" I sighed as I continued to take notes.

"Bruises on her wrists and ankles. Nails are chipped. We can extract DNA under them" I continued as I paced back and forth in front of the autopsy table.

This morning Dr. McCarty wasn't there to piss me off with his very helpful being. And trust me, I was grateful for that considering I'm not going to be his assistant for much longer.

I exhaled as I sat on the stool to continue working on my observations. Same hair color, same race, etc. The only different thing was her death... she's the only one who wasn't electrocuted. Everything was messy about her death.

I groaned as I ran a hand over my face when someone barged into the room. I turned around to face Mr. I-don't-know-how-to-knock-on-doors.

"Who gave your ill-mannered self permission to come in here?" I asked him.

"Myself," he said as he glared at me. I shrugged and I turned back to face the woman's body.

"And why are you doing the autopsy without supervision" he scoffed as he crossed the room to go to the other side of the table.

"Use your brain detective. You might find your answers in there" I grinned as I gently picked up her forearm and saw the same fingerprints on her.

"Don't tell me you've been doing all of his autopsies for him" he said as he rolled his eyes.

"Ding ding ding we have a winner ladies and gentlemen. Your prize is... having an observant brain" I replied as I acted as I was shocked by his response.

He again glares at me and man I hope his face doesn't stay frozen like that with how much he does that facial expression.

"Take a chill pill detective. I'm not going to mess up anything. Now if you'll excuse me, unless you're the grim reaper yourself, don't come to bother me while I'm doing my work" I said as I squinted my eyes over the stabbing wounds.

"And who are you to give me orders" he scoffed.

"Dr. Juliette Ross, the doctor currently in charge of this case. Unless you have a medical degree stating that you're a forensic doctor, get out of my autopsy room before I do it myself" I glared at him. This dude was going to have a taste of his own medicine.

I heard him mumbled something as he got out of the room. Finally, I can have some quiet time with my dead friend over here.

"I'm sorry about that lady. You know how men with a superiority complex are" I sighed. Imagine being at this point in your life where you're beginning to talk to cadavers... Yeah, couldn't be me.