“What the hell are you doing?” I asked her as I moved to her side, not wanting her to touch anything, because at this point everything was evidence.
Ignoring my question, she asked me, “What time of the day did she pass?” As she leaned over Ms. Wilson’s body, taking a closer look at something, making me wonder if she had found something.
I had to think about it for a second, because I wasn’t there at the hospital when it supposably happened. “Early afternoon.” I finally told her, questioning the answer I had given her, as I moved in closer, wanting to see what she was looking at.
“That’s odd. I would put her death more recently. There’s no decomposing of the tissue of the skin, and she still has her color, leading me to believe that she still has oxygen in her bloodstream.” She explain
