Tina Franks was busy checking over what remained of the female from Pier 15. She scanned the remains meticulously inch by inch, taking photographs of any distinguishing marks such as bruises and scars. In the background, music played softly from her MP3 that rested on top of the stereo; its blue lights broke up the sterile whiteness of the morgue.
McCall entered, her footsteps sounding loud and aggressive as they echoed off the tiled surfaces. Her expression could have frozen the very depths of hell.
‘Hi, what else have we got, Tina?’ asked McCall, trying not to think about the events on the pier and the details of their ghoulish discovery.
‘Well, I have got a Caucasian female with many bits missing. I’m far more interested in your white knight in black armour who’s put in a public appe
