<a class="postlink" href="http://www.carlywilkiesteven.com/index/wp-content/uploads/2011/06/DSCN4563-e1307239562725.jpg">[ img ]</a><br/><br/>Chris walked alongside his partner Joe to Silo #5. Possibly the most famous abandoned building in all of Montreal. The tattered building is visible from the Old Port and gets foot traffic almost daily. So when Chris and his partner Joe got the call about a homicide in the building, he knew it couldn't have been there long.<br/><br/>Joe asked Chris to take photos outside of the silo. "Sure thing," Chris said as he walked off. Chris felt a bit insulted for not being asked to first come onto the scene. However he knew he had to pay his dues and show Joe that he was competent as a detective. So he shut up, and did what he was told like a good little boy. He grabbed the digital SLR, and put on some rubber gloves just in case.<br/><br/>He walked around outside, trying to pace out the possible movements of the homicide, and find any signs of the killer, or killers. He couldn't make out any footprints. A few impressions on the dirt ground, but nothing with definition. Just in case he took photos of them with the flash. However they could have been made by anybody. He felt like an idiot pacing around the building, trying to find a way in. He realized the fence was quite high, and there weren't any noticeable ways of entering the building.<br/><br/>Then he noticed an odd impression in the fence. He walked up to it, and it looked as if it had been cut with something. It didn't look bent or out of shape, so there was a good chance it was new and not used by graffiti artists on a regular basis. He took a few photos, including a few close-ups of the cuts just to make sure he was being diligent. Pushing through he noticed a small pathway between trees, and to his luck there were some fresh tire tracks. He took several photos, close-up and from a distance. He studied the area quickly, but wanted to get Forensics out here and inform Joe.<br/><br/>He walked back towards the silo and entered the building. Ducking under the tape he came onto the scene of the Crime. "Holy fuck," he exclaimed. He was shocked. He'd seen only a handful of homicides, but usually a drunk guy in a ditch, or a stabbing in the metro. Nothing like this. "What kind of sick fuck-" he cut himself off as people were staring at him. It seemed everyone was sharing the same feeling.<br/><br/>His partner then asked what he saw.<br/><br/>"I didn't come across anything outside, except for some tire tracks and a freshly cut fence," he looked over the scene and could smell the sting of bleach. He looked over the wrappings of the wrists, they were tied with a fiber rope, nothing special. "Okay, well we're not going to get much, which you've already concluded. This guy knows what he's doing, which is evident from the smell of bleach. It was planned, not sudden or spontaneous."<br/><br/>"The blood patterns will probably only confirm what wounds the ME finds. What I'm intrigued by is the wings and the writing. Why do it? What's the motivation? Is this the work of a schizophrenic, or a sick artist? Or did the perp know the victim and this is some kind of revenge killing? Or is it sexual?" He was asking too many questions, and not helping his partner, so he decided to continue with his observations.<br/><br/>Chris noticed the pile of clothing. Black underwear, high heels and a small black dress. Evidence was a difficult thing to get, and even more difficult to use in a court. What most people don't realize is that unlike CSI the show, is that cases were usually solved with eye witnesses. "She was probably out clubbing. Once she's IDed we can figure out if she was with somebody last night..."