Officer Johnson "Jo" Cutman was a man in mid thirties with an slightly lean muscular build. Tonight as he entered through the crime scene he wore a neatly pressed button-up shirt underneath a long trench-coat. His boots had left markings of mud on the floor as he entered. His movements were sluggish as he caught a glimpse of the area surrounding him.<br/><br/>By nature he would usually turn away and grow queasy from the sight, but over the last couple of weeks he had grown accustomed to it. Taking from his pocket a few patches of nicotine he placed it on the inside of his wrists. He took one look at his partner then looked back at the scene to hide any emotions that might have arisen. "Some of us sleep at this time of night. Unlike some other people I know."<br/><br/>Looking at the victims he saw a man on the ground. "Well then I guess this is new huh?" Looking at the scene more the man looked like a regular slaughter. "My guess is that the man wasn't expected." He pointed to missing links of the couple. "The man was just last minute adjustments I think."