@mansdesign
Starlingâs first real crime scene was a mess. She was careful of where she stepped, even though her shoes were covered by plastic booties. There was so much blood and viscera around she was scared to get close to much of anything. She did her best, though, doing her job as junior agent and taking notes of anything the investigators and forensics team said.Â
Even with the horror of the scene, she was excited to be there. The fact she had landed a position in Behavioral Sciences at all felt like an incredible stroke of luck. She paused when she got near the actual body, totally eviscerated and tied to a statue in the foyer of a Catholic church. The man had been identified as a priest, she knew, and the amount of rage and purpose she felt looking upon the body could not be ignored. Someone felt like he deserved this.Â
Suddenly she realized where she recognized the display and, a little too loudly, said, âSaint Cassian!â A few people turned to look at her, and she took a breath to keep from sounding too nervous and gestured at the body. âThe use of small, blunt instruments, the display of the body, itâs Saint Cassian. Thatâs where Iâve seen this before. He was hacked to pieces by his students.â
