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CATHERINE STREET
Doctor Charles Murdoch, known to those who worked closely with him simply as ‘Chas’ surveyed the scene of death that greeted him upon his arrival at the Catherine Street murder scene. There was little doubt in anyone’s minds that this was indeed the site of the actual murder. The amount of blood present at the scene was sufficient to testify that the girl had met her end right there, on the doorstep of a stranger’s house sometime during the night. Chas Murdoch was forty-two and had been a medical examiner for over fifteen years. Tall, and slim, brown-eyed, with a shock of light brown hair that never seemed keen on responding to any sort of combing or styling, in the style of George Wright, he resembled an archetypal mad professor though his colleagues and members of
