Hyde today , mused James.
"I'm sorry doctor, I'll get her ready in five minutes," said Stevens as he dashed out of the room not waiting for an answer.
The tension in the room was ripe as Stillwell quickly tried to change the mood.
"Dr. Roberts, I can get a jump printing this guy, if you want to examine his nails?"
Roberts looked over his glasses at the young CSI.
"You're new here aren't you?"
"Yes sir."
James and Kirkland both grimaced at the thought that Stillwell was about to be torn a new one.
"If you want to be old here, never keep the man with knife waiting. You understand?" Roberts didn't wait for an answer, he only pressed harder.
"Did you get your shots of the hands yet?"
Stillwell trembled at the thought of saying no, but he responded with a quick concise answer.
"No sir, only because you hadn't had a chance to examine them yet, and I didn't want to contaminate the case by touching it before you could give me the all clear."
Roberts stared silently at the young CSI. Kirkland and James held their breath. Roberts then bellowed, "Good man, start snapping."
Both James and Kirkland blew out a sigh of relief as they watched Roberts go to work, talking rapidly into a small handheld voice recorder as Stillwell moved around him snapping photos. The flashing and clicking of the camera reminded James there would be reporters outside to deal with later.
As the two men wrapped up taking evidence from the old man's hands, Stevens returned with the body of Amanda Carlyle.
"Just let me get her on the table doctor and we're ready to go," said Stevens.
"No hurry," said Roberts as he placed the contents from the fingernails and clippings into a small pale evidence jar.
Dr. Jeykll has returned, thought James.
Stevens, stood ready as Stillwell got the all clear from Roberts to proceed with printing the old man.
Roberts began talking into his voice recorder, then stopped for a moment and pointed at Kirkland.
"What's your name?"
Kirkland felt a leap in his heart, and his voice faltered for a moment. "Michael Kirkland, San Francisco, homicide."
"Case number 5622, Amanda Marie Carlyle, 22-year-old female, victim of apparent homicide, Lawrence Roberts pathologist, witnesses Inspector Thomas James and Detective Michael Kirkland of San Francisco, homicide."
As Roberts delved into recording the details of the case, Stillwell finished printing the old man and quietly packed up his kit and started for the door.
James stopped him and whispered. "You gonna run those prints through the system?"
"I hadn't planned to. It was just routine," said Stillwell who froze as Roberts looked up from his recorder and in their direction. James pushed Stillwell out of the autopsy room and into the foyer of the morgue, "Run them anyway, I'd just feel better if you did."
Stillwell nodded to James and departed as quickly—and silently—as he could. James returned to the autopsy of Amanda Carlyle. As was the protocol, Stevens began to slowly remove each item of Amanda's clothing once Roberts was satisfied there was no further evidence to be gathered. Soon the young woman lay naked before the four men.
"She's got herself a tramp stamp," noted Roberts pointing to her freshly shaved pubic area.
James looked closer. "Looks new too."
Roberts and James leaned in to get a better view. Kirkland stepped away from the table.
"Think I'll skip this show guys."
James furrowed his brow as he attempted to read the tattoo. "It looks like a drawing of a pig. What does that say?"
Roberts clicked his recorder on. "Decedent has a single color tattoo on the mons pubis. Pictured is a cartooned design of a pig facing towards the left side of the body, with the words on the side of it reading: 'I Get Sex: Sin' The colon could also be used to denote the symbol for the word 'equal' meaning, 'I Get Sex, equals Sin.' "
Roberts looked at James for a reaction. James shrugged his shoulders. He then returned to the wall next to