Chapter 42: Normalcy
Two months later.
Oct 2012, Jackson Detective
Levi sat in his office inside Jackson Detectives, looking over the news abroad online on his laptop. A name caught his eye in the corner. The headline says, ’FBI agent arrested for planting evidence in numerous cases’. Levi clicked the video attached to the article and saw Josh Wright being ushered inside the police car, his hands handcuffed behind his back. A smirk formed on Levi’s lips, he grabbed his phone and dialed a number.
Sam sat leaning on the marbled counter inside her lab, in front of her were some printed photos laid one after the other creating a 2-dimensional crime scene. A luxury king-sized bed in the center of the bedroom, the blood appeared in contrast with the rich white sheets. On the bed was a caucasian man in his late 50’s, Oskar Wallace. His neck had been cut open with something sharp, and his blood had soaked his matching royal blue silk pajamas. Blood pulling through the mattress. On his chest was a gaping hole, the bedside table, lamp, the Turkish rugs adorned with blood spatter. It was a truly gruesome sight.
Sam analyzed the different patterns, shapes, and placement of the blood droplets at the crime scene photos. And with a blue marker, she wrote notes on the printed photos.
What she was doing was professionally termed as (BPA) Blood Pattern Analysis.
She differentiated between blood spatter patterns, blood drip stains, and blood transfer patterns. Taking note of the shape and size of a group of droplets, she determined the positioning of the victim, the force used in the crime, and the type of weapon used.
Not only can BPA determine the type of weapon used, but it can also allow analysts to reconstruct the locations and actions of the people involved. Even confirm or deny testimonies.
Her mobile on the table started ringing, she raised her head away from the photos after hearing the too familiar custom ringtone. One for the money by Escape the Fate, three feet away filling her quiet lab.
Sam released the marker in her hand and vacated her seat. She grabbed the phone on the table, answering as she returned to her spot before, looking at the photos.