<table width="100%"><tr><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-right:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">The woman on the ground, like any victim of a homicide, certainly told a story. Generally, it was the police's job to figure out what that story was and to let whoever was following that story know what was going on. However, Gale usually made it clear that he was not a policeman. He was a detective. A detective's job was the find who the creator of the story was. How you did that varied depending on the case. Some were obvious and others were more discrete. In this particular situation, he needed to use the details of the story to pin point who created it. Once they know who, everything becomes easier because it filled the gaps needing to be filled. You can't solve a puzzle without all the pieces, can you? <br/><br/>With the clue paving the first part of the road, and with Jared getting the files he needed, he decided to take a better look at the victim herself. Better to look at her now while she's here than to look at pictures later. Pictures didn't have a sense of touch or  smell or taste or anything important. They didn't even take good pictures for one thing. At least none of anything of any value. With gloves on, the man lifted some of her hair out of the way, exposing the start of the cruelly placed mark resembling a cheesy, wanna-be smile. On eh neck, no less. Why was that a thing? Seriously, there wasn't hardly anything appealing about a poorly made Cheshire Cat smile. But he supposed if one was anorexic and wanted a way out of eating, then he was sure not having cheeks would do it. Would be hard to eat with that, for sure. <br/><br/>Gale smiled at the thought, keeping his laugh in his chest. After all, his humor wasn't exactly popular among the other detectives and police. Which he always thought was funny. If you wanted to find killers, why would you avoid any thoughts that a killer would think? You can't exactly prevent them from doing anything if you can't even think about what they would do next. It was so silly. Oh well, he can't do much about that now can he? Especially when he had little to no credibility in any social situation. <br/><br/></span></span></span></td><td style="vertical-align: top; width:50%; padding-left:10px;"><span style="color: #E6E9FD"><span style="font-family: Nyala;"><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">It was obviously something sharp, a knife most likely, so good thing this guy wasn't some sort of weirdo who uses pencils or some sort of nonsense. It's happened before, believe it or not. Freaks. The other cuts and abrasions seems cohesive with back and forth slashing, however. Guy was probably eager to shed some blood with that sort of carelessness. The next one might not be as brutal then since he probably satisfied himself, but who knows, each person was different. The eyes were an interesting touch though. It countered the cheesy smile at least. And by the looks of it, she-<br/><br/>"Detective McCenry-" Gale looked over his shoulder up at the young woman,"I'm Jamie Booth. I'm not sure if you know, but I'm meant to be shadowing you... I'm up for Detective and well yeah..."<br/><br/>Shadowing? Someone wanted to shadow him? Gale looked down for a second in thought before standing up. This was a joke, wasn't it? It has always surprised Gale how far Jared would go to make him look like an idiot. After standing up, Gale looked at Jamie for another few seconds. She didn't seem like someone Jared would hire for such an "important" task. His sexual preferences get in the way of his decision making, especially involving woman, and he likes brunettes. "Alright." He smiled. "But don't do anything stupid. There is already a lot of that going around." He could do without stupidity for a good long forever. <br/><br/>He was curious though. Was she expecting to help him in the case or was she just going to be his shadow? Did she actually want to be a detective or was this to fill some sort of minimal requirement for something? He glanced at the body and sighed. "You want to be a detective then?" He also looked towards the door, keeping an eye out for when Jared returned.</span></span></span></td></tr></table>