Bayward Police headquarters, at the Coroner's Office. The autopsy room is located at the end of the hallway on the first floor of the five-story building. Where Doctor Emma and her team worked.
Sam Danson, fine, handsome detective known as one of the most impressive, talented police who gained his position as the supervisor level 3, below the chief, at the very young age, just twenty - eight years old. But, most of his team are so young and fresh, one of them is Emma, a gorgeous young forensics doctor who's known as, cold, stern, sharp young, lunatic evil doctor, they said. Some people just over reacted, the woman looked so fine.
Emma pulls back the covering cloth from the unfortunate body, charred beyond recognition, making it impossible to tell if it was a woman or a man. The body is so burnt that the bones are nearly visible, with the flesh blackened like overcooked steak.
The entire body is scorched, and some bones can even be seen peeking through the flesh, which is almost reduced to ash. Its eyes are wide open, as if trying to escape their sockets, since the eyelids have been completely burned away, leaving behind the poor eyes that seemed to scream until the very end when life was snatched from its form.
Its hands are still in a lowered position, one resting above its head. This is what Emma and a few coroner team members are trying to fix, at least to return the body to a more normal position before conducting further autopsy procedures. Smoke is still faintly rising from between the bones as Sam enters with Dakota, who has joined him.
Emma approaches, carrying a board filled with the data she has gathered.
"A woman, twenty-eight years old, unmarried, working as a tax consultant at a well-known company. She just celebrated her birthday last night after working for five years at the company. Her friends reported seeing her last night around eleven-thirty leaving a karaoke club. They all went home, and nothing unusual happened before that. Even the victim's boyfriend called her just before midnight to ask if she wanted a ride. When he arrived at the designated location, he couldn't find her anywhere."
Sam furrows his brow. "Hmm, so the incident happened around midnight until dawn."
Emma nods. "Yep, judging by the body still being quite warm, the perpetrator intentionally made the victim burn longer until it extinguished itself."
Sam lowered his head, catching a whiff of the smoke that was still seeping out slowly.
"What’s that smell? It’s really sharp."
Emma nodded again.
"Yeah, it’s thinner."
Sam frowned.
"That’s weird, using thinner. Why not just use gasoline?"
"It’s highly flammable; it might be the trigger," Emma replied.
Dakota moved around the body and observed what he visible on it. From the size, the victim has quite a large figure, which means needs lots of effort just to hang her in a very high position. The culprit must be more than one or two, or maybe more than that.
He stopped when saw some smoke still hovering near the burned feet, he came closer to check on it.
Dakota who was standing next to Sam suddenly gripped Sam's arm tightly, he seemed to be struggling to catch his breath.
"Sam"
"Hey Dax, what's wrong?" asked Sam.
Dakota moved away from the corpse. He accidentally inhaled some of the smoke that was still sneaking out from the body. Sam helped him sit up while Emma rushed to get him a drink.
"What happened? You look so pale all of sudden" Sam asked worriedly. Could Dakota be afraid to see the corpse? Although he had often encountered murder victims who were far more sadistic and strange than this before.
Dakota tried to collect his breath, his chest tight.
Sam glanced at the smoke coming from between the thigh bones.
"Have you checked what chemicals are in this body? Dakota has an extreme allergic reaction to powders or liquids like sulfur; maybe you should check that."
The smoke definitely still contained chemicals, and he didn’t realize how dangerous the reaction could be for Dakota.
"I’ll take it to the lab after this," Emma replied.
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Sam and Ron were already seated in their workspace, while Dakota sat at one of the empty desks where he had spent some time a few months ago. Rina, Sam’s junior colleague, approached after getting the lab results for the murder victim; they referred to the case as 'Tower Crane flames' to differentiate it from others. As soon as Sam picked it up, the girl sat right in front of Dakota, totally a fan of his and not wanting to miss a moment to see him.
"Hey, prof."
But Sam pulled the girl's ear.
"Hey, what are you doing? Quickly explain what this means."
Rina groaned in pain and finally followed Sam back to the whiteboard where their case being displayed.
"Ouch, it hurts, Boss."
Sam crossed his arms over his chest, looking at Rina with a sharp gaze.
"Come on, what are you waiting for?"
Rina grabbed the paper again, still grumbling in annoyance, but seeing Dakota also waiting for information from her made her feel energized.
"So, from the lab results, it seems the perpetrator used several different chemical liquids; the burn marks are different in several places. It's likely the perpetrator started the fire from the feet, using thinner as a base, and the fire spread throughout the body with other oils, kerosene in particular. The upper body contained a lot of kerosene, and the lab also found some sulfur powder on the feet. Before dying, the victim had burns on the soles of their feet; that's what the coroner deduced from the post-mortem condition."
Sam furrowed his brow, looking at several photos on the whiteboard, photos of the burned victim that might provide a few clues.
"If thinner is a liquid commonly found in construction areas, the perpetrator could have gotten it on-site. But hanging the victim and especially starting the fire from the feet—doesn't that seem excessive? I mean, look at how our reliable officers struggled to lower the victim's body while the perpetrator seemed to easily tie them up there. What a coincidence that the crane was out of operation due to a broken machine. So how did they manage to hang them there? But why mix in sulfur? That part still doesn’t make sense. If the goal was just to hurt the victim, it would be pointless since it ultimately led to a brutal death."
Rina stepped closer.
"It could just be for satisfaction. And according to the report from the crane operator, it indeed stopped working because of some broken spare parts. They planned to fix it today, but the other cranes weren’t damaged."
"They're using two cranes at the same time," Dakota's voice made Sam and the others turn their heads; Dakota had already stood up from his spot and moved closer.
"Um, yeah, I was going to say the same thing, Dax," Sam replied. Dakota get closer to the white board; every image in front of him might hold crucial clues. "The perpetrator wants to show how they could pull off such a big performance and how they managed to execute it perfectly. They’re even willing to do dangerous things to demonstrate just how high their confidence level is. The problem is, in this world, there’s no such thing as a perfect crime." "I know! It's like one of your famous lecture titles, right? I've watched the video over and over; it's so cool, Prof," Rina exclaimed. Sam turned to Rina, furrowing his brow, wondering what the young woman meant. "What video?" "That one, Boss! The title is 'There’s No Such Thing as a Perfect Crime.' So in Professor Dakota's lecture, he gives examples of some murder cases that are so tough they’re almost unsolvable. But even if the perpetrator isn’t found, the crime is still imperfect because of the evidence left behind, just wa
Sam was still sitting in his office. It was eight in the evening, and he hadn’t moved yet. Looks like he had to work late for their ongoing cases which keep coming.He lifting his head when he saw Dakota appear at the door. “Dax, aren’t you going home?” Dakota walked closer, observing several photos that Sam and the team had arranged on the whiteboard in front of the desk. He stood there for a while, just watching intently, his brow furrowed.He just keeps being calm and quiet, as he used to be, just observing with forehead furrowed deeply, sometimes Sam has a little doubt does this young man heard him or not.Sam got up from his desk, pulled out the drawer to take out something out. He was carrying a clear plastic bag with a letter that Dakota had received. “Do you recognize this handwriting? This letter is really addressed to you. I’m worried that people might still be following your every move; you need to be careful, Fax.” said Sam.Dakota glanced at the plastic bag with the paper
"Ugh!" His neck was gripped tightly; two large hands were choking him with all their might, making it impossible for him to breathe. Dakota struggled to free himself from those hands, but he couldn't; his strength was fading. The massive figure pinned him down and continued to choke him, even pressing on his chest. He was gasping for air, and no matter how hard he tried to draw in a breath, it was slipping away. Soon, he thought, he might die. But... A dream. Suddenly, Dakota opened his eyes and could only see darkness around him. His breathing was heavy, but at least he could catch his breath again. It was just a dream—his bed, his room, a nightmare that had haunted him repeatedly, feeling so real that it could have killed him. The trauma overwhelmed him. As a psychiatrist, he could read the deepest thoughts of every first-class criminal's brain he had worked with but he missed the most important thing. He even opened some free consultation sections at social institutions for som
Rina handed a sheet of report to Sam. "What’s the result?" "As what you guessing, Boss"Sam frowned after reading the test results on the paper that caused Dakota's hand to blister. "Sulfur? Again?"Rina nodded. "Well, we didn't find it during the initial test; it seems the lab missed it. The substance was neatly tucked away in the folds of the paper and spread out when Dakota read it. All this time, we kept it in plastic, so there was minimal physical contact." Sam straightened up. "Yeah, and Dakota has a severe allergic reaction to some chemicals like this, so it would hit him harder. I only touched it a little and didn’t feel anything. The package sender seems to know Dakota really well, down to those little details. It's very suspicious." Rina pointed to Dakota's desk. "Is the wound really serious? Does he need someone to take care of him at home? Oh It's a pity he's alone in the apartment, he can't cook with a hand like that. I should have to go there and take care of
Katrin still stood where she had been, the spot where Dakota and Elena had left her, taking a deep breath as memories of the past flooded back. “Heh.” Claudia was depressed and deeply obsessed with Dakota. She went crazy when the young man said they were just a friend, but the girl wanted more than that. She goes crazy every time someone comes near Dakota and holds his hand, she was often getting into catfights because of him. One long night, she slipped a sleeping pill into the young man’s drink and took him out of town. For two days, there was no news until one day Dakota managed to reached her, saying that Claudia might be in trouble. Dakota could have called the police, but he reached her instead.Claudia had killed a young man whom she claimed was trying to assault her, stabbing him dozens of times. But Dakota thought it was the opposite; he couldn’t possibly lie about it. It was actually Claudia who killed the young man while trying to help Dakota escape—A young woman, who
Along the narrow path by the riverbank. "Stop!" Sam's voice was loud as he and Rina chased the suspect who fled upon seeing them approach his boarding house. The man, dressed in old, tattered gray clothes, ran as fast as he could, even without shoes. He was blocked by a few people in his way and pushed them to make way. "Hey!"Sam, with his long legs, jumped over a pile of trash and continued chasing the man. After run of the choice, the skinny man jumped into the river. "Ach God damn it! Why do you have to go down to the river, these are new shoes and pants!"Sam halted, panting; the man, suspected to be Rus, was also out of breath and stopped to look at Sam warily. "Hoh hoh." Sam extended his hand. "Come on, get up! Get up or I’ll shoot your legs!" Sam shouted. He started to run out of patience.Rina ran up behind him, and a few uniformed officers were already following them. Sam pointed at the man, Rus, who was getting ready to flee again. "What are you guys waiting for, hur
The man bit his nails again, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, his legs shaking non-stop. His eyes darted around the room until they landed on Sam, who was standing with a sharp gaze fixed on him, then on Dakota. What was he thinking? Sam, growing wary, moved closer as he saw Rusdy suddenly stand up and lunge at Dakota. "Bang!!!" The man got up from his chair which fell to the floor with a bang, tried to reach Dakota, thinking he might be the weakest among them. He would have almost grabbed Dakota's clothes if Sam hadn’t quickly caught his hand, restrained him."God damn it!" With just a few movements Sam had the man's head flat on the table. Pinned him. The man was still thrashing around, trying to break free, while Thomas motioned for Dakota to step back as other officers entered and restrained him. "Let me go! It wasn't me! I told you my card was lost! Why doesn't anyone believe me?" His eyes widened as he glared at Dakota, as if he wanted to swallow him whole. He continu
"That guy, he’s not the perpetrator; he doesn’t have the guts for that." Sam frowned; Dakota’s words were always well-founded. "You think so? What makes you think that? He’s a lunatic, unemployed, a desperate person with no future; he’d do anything, right?" Dakota nodded. "Yeah, that’s true, but with his nature, he doesn’t have a strong motive to kill the victim especially do that at his former workplace. He might be crazy and desperate, but he’s not someone who craves attention. Looking at how restless he was among so many people, it led to him rambling to cover up his fear; he might be insane, but not that clever." Sam took a deep breath. Pulled his lips."Heh, I think so too, but some evidence at his house suggests he might have actually sold his pass key; that guy is probably part of the killer's crew," Dakota nodded. "Yeah, that could be it. And even though this guy isn't that smart, he wouldn't be dumb enough to give out information about who bought his pass key. From