TWENTY-EIGHT
With their blue sterile gloves on, they worked the scene. Tony took out his small camera and began to take photos just in case they didn't get the pictures from CSU or there was something they had missed, something on their sweep. Tooms walked up to the desk, its polished dark wood surface tainted by a massive dried blood pool in the centre. He stood in front of the desk and looked up at the wall behind and at the gory pattern of blood and skull contents that decorated the coat of white paint. Tooms moved slowly towards the thickly padded leather office chair and inspected it, only to find blood on the back of the chair, running down from the headrest.
“Hey man, come and take a look at this will ya,” Tooms said, pointing towards the chair. Tony looked over to his partner and
