GENRE: YA Mystery
There was minimal blood spatter on the black and white checkered floor. Mainly, small spherical droplets. My hands trembled as I removed the ruler from my new black case. The numbered evidence markers outlined a crimson polka dot path. Squatting down, I held out the ruler and it landed with a loud ping as the steel hit the tile. All eyes darted toward me and I shrugged an ‘I’m sorry.’
Everyone resumed their tasks, except for Minerva. She rolled her eyes at me which was miraculous considering the spider leg eyelashes she wore. I gave her a country club smile, then refocused on the blood spatter.
I picked up my ruler and measured the diameter of several drops. Average was 6 mm. Low velocity. She could still be alive.
“Clear,” Shock , Silence.- “Sorry for your loss, Miss.”
I shook my head, trying to clear the memory. This was different. Low velocity meant small force of impact. These types of droplets were caused by someone dripping blood not by a blow or gunshot. Or by knife wounds. They could belong to the missing ice cream girl or if we were lucky, the kidnapper. Texas state crime lab would have to sort that out and it would take forever.
I documented the results in my evidence log. My handwriting was shaky but legible enough for my team.
It’s not her, this is different. This girl may still be alive. There’s hope.
I blew out the fear in one big breathe, and got back to work.