IN ANOTHER LOCAL HOSPITAL, the Chief Forensic Analyst from the Los Angeles Crime Lab and her assistant arrived, carrying their kits to process Henry for DNA. They were stopped at the door by an armed guard. Cassandra flashed her credentials, as did her assistant. After a cursory Q&A, they were let in.
‘We won’t be long,’ she said in a calm and professional manner. ‘Ten minutes, max.’
They drew the curtain around the patient’s bed.
Henry was sleeping.
Even asleep he looked demonic. Cassandra opened her kit, put on her latex gloves, and started the process of removing evidence underneath Henry’s nails. She swabbed the inside of his cheeks as per procedure, then bagged and tagged the DNA Buccal Swabs accordingly.
Her assistant collected his personal belongings, especially his shoes and c
