<div class="floatleft">(http://stmedia.startribune.com/images/1anoka1112.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr Irene "Goosey" Gander<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>237 Pacific Way, Kitchen<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, 4th May: 7:55 onwards<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Initial examination of the deceased.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cassidy, Mike<br/><hr/><br/>As soon as the lieutenant was out of the way, Irene began her examination. "Serious loss of blood, judging by the size of the puddle. Already drying at the edges and coagulating in the middle. Hmm... Well that means he was dead a while. Most of the blood loss seems to be from the head or upper torso..." She waited for Cassidy to photograph the body as it lay, then squatted down and carefully took hold of the head and lifted it. "Oh... well I'd hazard a guess at cause of death being sharp force trauma to the throat."<br/><br/>The motion revealed a gaping wound in the front of the victim's neck. Lifting one of the victim's arms, she noted that<em>rigor mortis</em>was beginning to set in. She fished in her bag for the temperature probe, pulled the victim's shorts down and carefully inserted the probe, being careful not to get any of the discharged matter on herself. Washing the body would happen back at the office. "Okay, I have an ETD for you, Mike? Somewhere between one and two AM. I can give you more once we've got the body on the slab!"<br/><br/>She shrugged and winked at Cassidy. "Doing okay sweetie?" She wiped the probe on a sterile wipe and put it away, popped the wipe into a baggie for contaminated disposal.<br/><br/>"Okay, let me know when you're done, I'll go get a body bag..." Irene headed back out to her truck and pulled one of the gurneys out, grabbed a black plastic zip-up body bag from the rack and dumped it on the gurney, then casually wheeled the thing to the door, only to meet Holliday on his way out.