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Name Of Character </b>Captain Vance Roland<br/><b>Date and time </b>July 16th, 7:50 - 7:51<br/><b>Location </b>158 Syracuse Ave<br/><b>With whom </b>CSI Team, M.E., A.M.E, Officer Robert Yalsa<br/><b>Trigger warnings </b>None in this bit<br/><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Seeing the CSI team leader arrive, Captain Vance Roland, the Senior Crime Scene Officer, left the gathering crown of rubberneckers to his capable sergeant and beckoned Yalsa from where he was drinking a cu of coffee on the back bumper of the back-up wagon. The two uniformed officers trotted over to where Kisimoto was organising his troops. He'd only arrived himself some five minutes earlier, and was still organising traffic and crowd control from amongst the on duty officers just arriving and the off duty ones staying on to assist (and earn a bit of overtime).<br/><br/>"Seto, how ya doin' man. Bin a while. So. Crime scene is secure and mostly uncontaminated. First responder's rookie partner threw up but managed to get outside first. we've taped that off as non-evidence, so you don't have to go collecting it." He gave a wry grin. "Other than the first responders, no-one has entered the building. I've got Sergeant Patty Goldberg in the house opposite getting a statement from the lady who called 911. She was sitting by her window and noticed the door was open, and no car on the drive, and called in a suspected burglary in progress. We've got a BOLO out for the truk by the way, based on the witness' description. Blue Chevvy . Damn, I still preferred it when we called those All Points Bulletins..." He shook his head. Anyway, this is Officer Robert Yalsa, the senior first responder. I'll let him tell you the rest. I'm back on crowd control. Hey Marty,  how's the poultry business? Ahh, shit. Catch up wid ya later, man, looks like I'm needed..."<br/><br/>Roland trudged off to where a motorist was objecting loudly to the road being blocked off.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left lazyload js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="/proxy.php?image=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2F564x%2F72%2F42%2F48%2F724248b61fe014763ef5eaa6eaeb3c96.jpg&amp;hash=9235cf45e4850a052b1c9b6e3e6c534f" title="724248b61fe014763ef5eaa6eaeb3c96.jpg">
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</div><br/><br/><b>Name Of Character </b>Officer Robert Yalsa<br/><b>Date and time </b>July 16th, 7:51 - 8:05<br/><b>Location </b>158 Syracuse Ave<br/><b>With whom </b>CSI Team as they arrive, M.E., A.M.E,<br/><b>Trigger warnings </b>Descriptions of blood and death. Reaction trauma.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Yalsa stood quietly to one side thinking about what he'd seen. It wasn't his first dead body - he'd done his time on traffic and especially in the winter the freeway could be m... He stopped that thought before it completed. This was the first time he'd seen someone deliberately killed and while he hadn't lost his "midnight lunch". he was shaking rather a lot. The coffee helped. He sighed softly as Roland walked away, leaving him with the Lieutenant. "Uh, if you don't mind, sir, I'd prefer to wait until your team is all here so I only have to tell it once." Of course he would probably have to tell it a thousand time and would bee dining off the story for the next month or so, but the first few tellings were crucial, before his memory and his imagination started swapping ideas with each other.<br/><br/>When the dog-handler arrived and Kisimoto indicated he should begin, he took a deep breath. "Okay, so, Officer Gallatino and I arrived just after seven fifteen, on silent approach, we followed procedure he covered me when I entered, cleared the front room the signalled him in to clear the kitchen as I cleared the bedroom. Bedroom light was on, front room and bedroom have stuff scattered all over exactly like a burglary. I was about to clear the bathroom when Stev - ah, uh, Officer Gallatino ran out with his hand over his mouth. I followed him out to find out what was wrong and he just gasped 'Kitchen'. So I went back in to the kitchen. Um. We didn't clear the bathroom, but I'm guessing that's not really.... um... Anyway. The victim is on the kitchen floor, in a pool of blood. A lot of it on his shirt and neck. That's when I called for back-up and went back to the squad car for tape..."<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><b>
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Name Of Character: </b>Dr Tina Fletcher<br/><b>Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 08:05 - 08:20<br/><b>Location: </b>158 Syracuse Ave<br/><b>With whom: </b>Those already at the crime scene, esp Lt Kisimoto, Sgt Bradford and whoever gets given the camera.<br/><b>Trigger Warnings: </b>Blood, death, Probe, Medical Examination. Aftereffects of a burglary.<br/><br/>Tina took a deep breath and snapped on a pair of latex gloves. Glaring at those not wearing them yet, she offered the box around. "Gibbs' rule number one. Always wear gloves at a crime scene!" She muttered and headed for the door. "Lieutenant, shall we? Do you have some with a camera by any chance?" She paused at the door and turned. "If everyone else could wait outside for a moment, please?"<br/><br/>It was Tina's way. She hated interruptions and having seen the inside of places like this before she figured the kitchen would not be huge. The others would get their chance when it came to bagging and tagging the evidence, but for now she needed the minimum of people.<br/><br/>The front room was indeed a mess, a bookshelf had been emptied of it's contents and books, CDs and DVDs were strewn on the floor, along with several hard box-files, their papers empted into a pile and the boxes dropped on top. The TV had clearly been moved, and it's screen was smashed, There was no sign of a DVD player or a computer, but a space clear of dust on a shelf under the TV and a small table also with a dust-free area and a swivel chair on its back nearby might mean something. The mantelpiece also had a number of dust-free spots on it, and a number of knick-knacks lay strewn on the heart where a gas fire sat, unlit in the summer.<br/><br/>Tina made her way to the kitchen and stopped. "Camera-person. Please take photographs of everything."<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div>The victim was lying on his back, about halfway between the door to the front room and the door to the back yard. Light brown hair and a beard the same colour framed a face with plenty of laughter lines, mouth set in a rictus of surprise.<br/><br/>His hirsute chest was covered by a faded Ubiquitous Beefies teeshirt and his lower body was covered by a pair of boxer shorts, soiled by the last act of a dying human body.  The front of the shirt was black with drying blood and there was a sticky puddle of dark red blood on the kitchen floor spreading from the neck. A large boot print was in one side of the puddle, smudged, as though someone had stepped into it and slipped.<br/><br/>The back door of the house led out onto a small yard, laid to grass. The door itself was wood, possibly pine, with glass panels inset. A simple<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.banham.co.uk%2Fmedia%2Fcatalog%2Fproduct%2Fb%2F-%2Fb-banham_g7130_sash_mortice_polished_brass_3.png%3Fquality%3D80%26fit%3Dbounds%26height%3D1000%26width%3D1000%26canvas%3D1000%3A1000&amp;hash=b0dfcee4699cd36031c07e7a88a11cbd" href="https://www.banham.co.uk/media/catalog/product/b/-/b-banham_g7130_sash_mortice_polished_brass_3.png?quality=80&amp;fit=bounds&amp;height=1000&amp;width=1000&amp;canvas=1000:1000" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">mortice lock</a>secured the door, the key hanging from the lock on the inside of the door which was closed, but the glass panel next to the lock was smashed and there were shards of glass on the floor inside the door.<br/><br/>To the left of the kitchen as observed from the front room, a row of cabinets lined the wall at floor level, with another row at eye level above them and a veneered worktop along the top of the lower row. On the left, a fridge freezer, washer-dryer, and free-standing cooker with hob lined the lower part of the wall. A short length of matching worktop over the washer, then a small cupboard fronted the kitchen sink, before the worktop ended at the cooker. A small part of the veneer was missing from the end of the worktop.<br/><br/>Tina waited until the photographer had finished and then squatted by the body, having first pulled a surgical mask over her mouth and nose. One thing COVID had achieved was to raise the profile of air-born pathogens and while it might not stop her catching something, it reduced the risk. But more to the point it reduced the risk of her breath contaminating the body.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. Lots of blood. Indicative of the severing of a major blood vessel." She pulled a small flask from her bag, dipped it in the blood on the floor, capped it and bagged it, scribbling illegibly with a sharpy. She did the same with the blood on the victim's chest for comparison.  "Pooled around the neck?" She lifted the chin slightly and cringed.<br/><br/>"Hmmm. I'll know more when I've got this poor sod on my table, but as a preliminary cause of death I'd say sharp force trauma to the soft tissue just in front of the hyoid bone would certainly have caused this fellow's demise."<br/><br/>She carefully lifted one arm, then took a surgical probe from her bag and pushed it firmly into the victim's belly button, left it there for a few minutes and removed it, checking the temperature before wiping it with a sterile swab and returning it to her bag. "Based on core temperature and lividity, coupled with the onset of rigor, I would say death occurred somewhere between one and two in the morning." She dipped a finger into the pool of congealing blood and rubbed it with her thumb. "Born out by the state of coagulation of the blood on the floor."<br/><br/>She stood carefully, her back letting out a soft pop as she did. "Keith? Get the gurney in her, there's a good lad." She pulled off the face-cover, her face grim. "I'll have a preliminary autopsy report for you by lunch time."