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Report Of Hell

Report Of Hell

Slowing setting the letter down, Quinn asked for other reports on the case. She is angry. Very pissed off even. But she hid it very well from the naked eyes. She cannot afford to throw a tantrum while there is important matters at hand.

"The autopsy reports are in." Tony informed handing over the thick file.

"And there's a substantial problem, Chief." Tony said waiting for his boss's reaction. Seeing it was blank as always, he continued, "The medical department mixed up the mothers and children. And they are having a trouble to match them. We are not..."

The new young intern interrupted Tony by entering the room. Quinn didn't fail to notice their eyes dilating when they looked at each other. This made her wonder if she would be able to fine someone who'll look at her like that. Shaking her head mentally as if to erase her secret desire, she asked.

"Yes?"

"The victims' families are here. They aren't looking that great. You should come right away, mam."

Leaving the two blooming lovers, she exited the room keeping the file on the table. The faster she addresses them, the faster she could get out of there. She paused at the door, mentally preparing the meaningless words of grief. Tony was at her side by now making her turn to him,

"Get the DNA samples of the father's hair and match them. This will be quicker." With a nod Tony went off to get some medical officers to get the job done.

Opening the door, she tried to put up a sad face but failed miserably. Sticking to her straight face she greeted them.

Her eyes widened at the slightest fraction when she took in the victims' husbands faces. Most of them had their beards grown out. Very visible baggy eyes. Most of them didn't even bother to wear something else than their pajamas. Bloodshot eyes and very messy hair. They really must have loved their wives so much. Too bad they are dead now.

"Who did it?"

One of the husband, who've been sitting on the chair with no life asked what everyone in the room wanted to ask. All eyes turned towards Quinn.

"We are working on it, sir. We have gotten the security footage and I believe we are very close to bringing him to the light." Quinn was cringing hard as she said this lie. They were nowhere close to finding him.

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"Can I just take them home for a proper burial now?" Another one asked, his voice exhausted.

"I'm afraid we can't let the bodies go. We are running few tests and there may be very crucial evidence in or on the bodies."

A bulky looking guy got up in an instant, his eyes furious.

"HAVEN'T YOU FINISHED BUTCHERING THEM UP FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! I WANT MY WIFE AND I WANT HER NOW!" Breaking up the chair by throwing it on the floor, he calmed down a bit.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm sorry. The loss you all had is nothing one can possibly imagine. But in order to bring justice we need to know what happened to them. A lot could be known from their body alone. Please cooperate." Her words yet again lacked any emotion but she was the only one who noticed it.

Tony came in with some rookies to take the hair samples. Explaining how it's for matching the babies, they agreed.

With a surrounding glance at the distressed faces, she headed back to her office room.

Opening up the Autopsy report, she found it hard to focus. Snippets of a certain black haired guy graced her mind. Clenching her teeth, she ordered her mind to focus. The frustration grew to the point where she was about to throw the file across the room when a knock on her door made her sit straighter.

"Come in."

A blond man with a frown came in, sitting in the chair directly opposite mine.

"Peter Frazier."

"Chief Quinn Monroe."

"I know. I just wanted to tell something regarding the DNA test. It's not going to match."

"What do you mean, Mr. Frazier?" Quinn asked already figuring out the answer.

"Our second child isn't mine. Our marriage was falling apart and she found someone. We were going to file for a divorce before...this happened."

Family drama, Quinn thought. One won't be a match, she mentally posted to her board. At least this will reduce the havoc that would have followed the DNA match being negative.

"I appreciate you informing about this. Do you in any way, suspect your wife's lover to be the one behind this?"

"No I don't. He is such a wimp. He wouldn't even be able to hurt an inanimate object." His attempt at a joke remained an attempt.

Nodding slowly, she thought if Peter could be the one. But his faced screamed he had no clue how to turn on a stove and yet to commit murder. Exchanging goodbyes, peter left.

Opening the report, Quinn read it, her body started shaking with anger as each line passed.

FINAL DIAGNOSIS

1) Blunt Force Trauma

2) Cranial Cerebral Injuries

3) Abrasions on the face

4) Intensive Cut on the Lower Abdomen

SUMMARY

The patients were women between the ages of 25-30. No terminal diseases in the past or present. All dead for approximately 37 hours before the discovery. All injuries inflicted while subjects were alive. No traces of semen. No traces of drugs in the blood.

The cause of death concluded to be severe blood loss and lack of immediate medical attention. Multiple blunt force on the rear side of the head. Spinal injuries. Wounds on face salted. Impressive cesarean operative procedure with clean cuts.