@oftestimony
It wasn’t often that Lenora was called out to crime scenes; her work was better suited to controlled environments in the lab for sake of accuracy. But accordng to the phone call she’d received, this was a unique case.
Aren’t all cases around here unique? That’s what it felt like, at least. Or maybe she was just too caught up on Phoenix Wright’s ridiculous cases. She wondered if he’d be on this one, too.
She rode along with two other forensic analysts to the scene: a collection of factory warehouses just south of a very fancy neighborhood of mansions. From what she’d been told, the body in question had been discovered in a barrel, along with a cocktail of chemicals poured in with intent to dissolve the body into a fleshy soup.
It sounds like gang activity, she thought. Like really old school mafia sleep-with-the-fishes kinda stuff. She pulled on one pair of gloves then forced another pair on over those, with some difficulty, just to be safe as she entered the warehouse. Already the police tape was up, and papparazzi was buzzing just outside of it, demanding answers.
Who tipped the media off? she wondered. Maybe the person who found the body? Well, it didn’t matter; at least she wasn’t the one having to deal with them. Nose wrinkling a bit at the smell of decay and burned/melted flesh, Lenora paused to survey the scene within: a handful of officers ran about, muttering and taking photos and trying to discern what the hell had happene dhere; the others she’d rode over with spread out behind her, going to assist in the collection of evidence collection. She was the only one with a specialization, so that meant... she had to go find who was in charge.
-- Ah. But there was the CRACK of a whip, and she suddenly knew who was in charge, even if they weren’t the lead investigator. Following the noise, she soon found Prosecutor von Karma. She hadn’t worked with her personally just yet, but between her reputation, office gossip, and comments from their mutual acquaintance, she had an idea of what she’d be like
Still, a teenager? Lenora couldn’t imagine being exposed to crime scenes like this at that age, even if she wasn’t that much older than her. Still, this crime scene sounded particularly gruesome.
But oh well. Not her problem.
“Prosecutor von Karma?” she waited for her to finish scolding the officer who had earned her wrath. “Hi. I’m from Forensics, here to examine the remains. I take it they weren’t able to extract the body from the barrel?” In one piece.