Forensics has a new fingerprinting solution coming in today. If someone murders someone else in the next twenty-four hours, I could probably help them test it out. Knowing this district, they’ll probably be wearing gloves at the time and make fingerprinting impossible, but it never hurts to be optimistic. It could be worse, as the evidence shows. It could be the dreaded double whammy of gloves and names written in blood. Scientific study suggests that those two elements combine in a full 60% of all cases in the last five years.
Even useless prints would be better than today’s job. The fop tricked me into sorting his fan mail into categories. Looks like I’ll be working overtime.
Of course, he probably didn’t know he left his MyBook logged in before he left.
Third Person:
It rained the morning Ema first went to a crime scene. Coincidentally, it also rained the first time she was part of a crime scene. This time, she had a small badge clipped to the pocket of her lab coat. The badge already tried and failed to gleam in the morning drizzle. The badge she wanted would be plastic, and laminated, and look about as good as her passport photo. At least she had a lab coat and not a trench coat like Lana’s. For one thing, it helped her stick out from the ambling crowd of officers. More importantly, it just made her feel like she belonged. She could deal with this. She wasn’t where she wanted to be, but she was here, and maybe she could just lie and say she was part of the forensics team like this.
They didn’t buy it. It was worth a shot. With that cunning plan shot down like the murder victim in question, Ema got to work. She huddled under her pink umbrella, a tiny button still stubbornly attached to her purse. When it was there, she could pretend that this was another place and time, where prosecutors had weird chess sets and wallets could be taken from where they lay on the ground.
Ema Skye 4/4
First Person (entry type):
Forensics has a new fingerprinting solution coming in today. If someone murders someone else in the next twenty-four hours, I could probably help them test it out. Knowing this district, they’ll probably be wearing gloves at the time and make fingerprinting impossible, but it never hurts to be optimistic. It could be worse, as the evidence shows. It could be the dreaded double whammy of gloves and names written in blood. Scientific study suggests that those two elements combine in a full 60% of all cases in the last five years.
Even useless prints would be better than today’s job. The fop tricked me into sorting his fan mail into categories. Looks like I’ll be working overtime.
Of course, he probably didn’t know he left his MyBook logged in before he left.
Third Person:
It rained the morning Ema first went to a crime scene. Coincidentally, it also rained the first time she was part of a crime scene. This time, she had a small badge clipped to the pocket of her lab coat. The badge already tried and failed to gleam in the morning drizzle. The badge she wanted would be plastic, and laminated, and look about as good as her passport photo. At least she had a lab coat and not a trench coat like Lana’s. For one thing, it helped her stick out from the ambling crowd of officers. More importantly, it just made her feel like she belonged. She could deal with this. She wasn’t where she wanted to be, but she was here, and maybe she could just lie and say she was part of the forensics team like this.
They didn’t buy it. It was worth a shot. With that cunning plan shot down like the murder victim in question, Ema got to work. She huddled under her pink umbrella, a tiny button still stubbornly attached to her purse. When it was there, she could pretend that this was another place and time, where prosecutors had weird chess sets and wallets could be taken from where they lay on the ground.