Eris sits at her desk at the office, the whole place running a muck. A man had been found next to partially severed head of a woman. No detail's about the woman or the man that they now held in custody. Eris replayed the early or very late call depending where you were at when you get a call like that. She had been asleep dreaming, well dreaming thing's she shouldn't. But she remembered the blood at the scene of the crime. The woman's body sitting perfectly like a figurine, but what was odd about it.<br/><br/>There was no blood on the body only along the ground and the bench, as if it it had been poured there at the last minute. So this had not been the actually scene of the crime. Nothing she could tell them that would really make this scene anything useful. If they were able to do this, they were smart enough to not leave a print. Or to still be there and claim injury from a fall. This was all way to convent, normally she wasn't allowed near suspect's but she could ask him question's about what he did or didn't see of the blood. That was her area, so with that she spoke to one of the detectives to see of she could be face to face with there blood soaked victim. Plus she needed to take samples to examine.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Excuses excuses, you just want to see if it's the real killer. Because a killer know's a killer when he see's them.</span>her mind echoed. But it wasn't the thrill of meeting another Killer, no it was how the  body had been placed. The method it all had struck her some how, and she had to know more.