"Finally, after several hours of reverse origami, I found most of the remains were located inside the trunk of the car. So, unless he was an inconcievably efficient backseat driver, I'd say that somebody had a hand in-" I was interrupted by the latest of arrivals in town, and soon to be the newest slab of meat to greet my operation table. "Err, I'll have to call you back, Comissioner."
I nestled the phone back in its cradle and approached the door from which the EMT's would be stepping through. They weren't the same crew as before and seemed particularly stricken - they were likely new recruits who'd just recieved a very cold welcome to the business. By the time they had left, I had already begun to make my way to the operating room, carting the new arrival in front of me. Upon opening the body bag, the first thing I noticed was that there were no distinguishing features on the cadaver. Anywhere. There was shreds of blood-covered flesh and most of the body had enough puncture marks to make a pub's old dart board look new. From what I had heard about the poor girl's death, she had more forks put into than a fondue pot. Removing the organs wouldn't be a problem, though seperating the pieces from one another just might...
