More than a kiss

MEGHAN TINSLEY

The scene hadn't been contaminated. It looked almost too good; too clean.

She wasn't killed here. Even a blind man could point that out.

The next thing I noticed was her underwear. It was missing. There wasn't a woman alive that would wear a simple wool dress with a plaid mini skirt without wearing panties underneath. The panties helped seduction if we went with that angle.

It didn't take long to notice the marks around her thighs and dried semen.

The sheriff and Dale had run off while Caleb watched me from a distance quietly as I worked. They were all green. I didn't blame them. The killer had done a heck of a job hacking her away like she was nothing.

The killer was an amateur. There were hair fragments on her clothes and broken skin in her fingernails. I reckon they'd close the case in a day or two.

An ambulance arrived just as I was rounding up. It felt good working on a case after so long. The thrill. There was nothing like it.

The ME, Garry Wright, came out of t