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Dolores Sanchez stared at the bloody corpse lying in the bungalow’s doorway. She sank to her haunches to closely examine the woman’s body. The air still had that talcum powder smell from the gloves she’d put on moments before.
The coroner had requested they take pictures, and Summers had already snapped off a roll, from various angles, of the dark-haired woman lying in the pool of blood.
As she lifted away the victim’s red-stained arm, she saw the deep cut across the neck that had robbed this pretty young woman of her life. The insertion point was in line with the right ear and ran across the throat, ending under the left ear. The killer had cut deep enough that the head was nearly severed. The woman had clearly drowned in her own blood. While it was obvious what had happened here, t
