This was past lividity, this was almost scarring.
Taylor had never seen anything like it. âItâs like she has polka dots. What in the world would cause that?â she asked.
âThatâs something youâll need to figure out. She was certainly on her back for an extended period of time when she was still alive, lying on something that had these holes.â Sam nodded to the tech and they rolled the girl over onto her back.
âWhy not on the back of her arms?â McKenzie asked.
âGood question. She was shoved up against something, thatâs what caused that line down her arm. Maybe they were crossed on her chest? I donât know.â
Taylor took a lap around the table, looking closer. The fishing line had cut into the girlâs flesh and the marks were clearly visible, concentric circles around her body. âSo the knife to the chest was just massive overkill? That didnât cause her death? What about the lack of blood?â
âThe knife acted like an anchor. It helped hold the body up. There wasnât any blood to spill at that point; it was coagulated and her heart wasnât pumping.â
Taylor nodded. âOkay. Iâm comfortable with the working theory that Love Circle was the secondary crime scene. Thereâs no way the neighbor would miss the body if it was already in the house. She seems like the type to open a few cabinets and drawers, if you know what I mean. So Allegra was killed elsewhere, then strung up on the post. But why would you do that in someone elseâs house? I need to talk to the home owner. Thatâs just fishy as hell.â
Sam moved toward the scalpel on the tray by her right hand. She used the blunt end to part the knife wound, pointing her finger at the meager layer of yellow just below the dermis. âThis chick has zero subcutaneous fat. I mean itâs less than an eighth of an inch. Starvation would certainly do that. What else did Baldwin say about this Mach guy?â
McKenzie perked up again. âII Macellaio. The Butcher. You say it like thisâeel matcha lie o, emphasis on the matcha . Though why they call him that is lost on me. He doesnât cut them up or anything.â
Taylor gave the kid some points for getting the pronunciation correct.
Sam was moving along. She opened the torso and McKenzie stared in fascination at the dead girlâs desiccated organs. âAre they supposed to be so gray?â he asked.
âHonestly, no. And theyâve atrophied, which is why they look so shrunken.â Sam moved through her work, dissecting, observing, taking samples and making notes. She talked to McKenzie the whole time, explaining how starvation worked, that your system breaks down proteins, carbohydrates and fat in different sequences, that the carbs are burned first, then the fat, then the proteins. When the body starts feeding itself on the protein, or muscle mass, death occurs. In someone so small, like Allegra, death would come quicker than a full-grown, nourished, healthy woman. Without water and sustenance, death could occur in as little as a week.
Sam moved to the girlâs head and Taylor turned away, purposefully letting her mind wander as the Stryker saw buzzed to life. She went back to the crime scene. Why choose a house that isnât your own? To send a message. To frame someone. To obscure your true meaning.
âBrain is unremarkable,â Sam called out.
âWouldnât the brain shrink up like the rest of the organs?â McKenzie asked.
âYouâd think so, but no. Our histology slides should look relatively normal, comparatively.â
âWhatâs it like to starve to death?â McKenzie looked sad, and Taylor knew they had him. Sheâd been wondering what kind of detective he was going to beâblusteryand sarcastic, deflecting the daily horror with sharp words, or compassionate and caring. A good detective needed to find the balance between reality
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