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stripes) Adidas sneakers. Bruises on the back of her left hand were consistent with a person trying to protect herself from a beating—which meant Rachael Koloroutis was possibly alive at the point of which she was beaten to death. Rachael also had a clump of what would turn out to be her own hair in her right hand, a second indication that she had put her hands over her head, trying to protect herself from a violent pistol-whipping.
    â€œTo me,” said a detective who would later step into the investigation and put some of the pieces together, “it seemed that Rachael had put up her hands to protect herself, perhaps saying, ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ This, mind you, after being shot multiple times.”
    Considering all of these wounds, many of which would have been ultimately fatal if she didn’t get immediate help, it appeared Rachael’s murderer had a tremendous amount of anger directed specifically toward her.
    Not an indication of an execution-style murder.
    Tiffany was on the couch, one foot leisurely on the chair in front of her as though she had been using it as a leg rest. She wore a white sleeveless top and faded blue jeans. Her curly, dark brown hair had flowed naturally down her back and over her shoulders to the top of her breasts. There was a pink blanket to her right, a cup holder armrest in the middle, between her and Adelbert, who sat on the opposite side of the couch. A Sprite can sat in one of the armrest cup holders. Eerily, it appeared Tiffany and Adelbert were watching TV one minute, drinking Sprite, maybe laughing and joking; and the next, dead. No warning. This indicated that they were not afraid of their attacker and perhaps knew him or her, simply because they had not moved. Of course, playing devil’s advocate, one could say that their killer held them there, on the couch, with his or her weapon. (“Don’t move!”) Nonetheless, Tiffany’s white top was now dark red from all the blood, which had run down her head and soaked through her blouse and jeans. She had a bullet wound straight through her forehead, nearly in the middle; she had also been hit in the chin, left cheek, left shoulder, lower left abdomen (an injury that probably produced most of the blood soaking her jeans and lower body), just to the left of her vagina, right leg, right knee, and right shin.
    Make no mistake, this was a bloodbath. Or as the prosecutor who would eventually get the case observed, “It’s unfair to the word ‘crime scene’. . . because . . . it was outright carnage. . . .”
    Whoever murdered these kids had walked into the house and unleashed a barrage of gunfire. At least that’s what appeared to be the case from a first look. Any police officer could come to this theory straight away. The kids still had plenty of bling on. Some even had cash. There was lots of valuable merchandise spread throughout the house. From a quick look it seemed as though Adelbert and Tiffany were taken out immediately so as not to be a threat. More than that, with so many gunshots—close to forty—from two different-caliber weapons (twenty shell casings left behind telling that story; bullet fragments lodged in the walls and even outside in the fence), it meant one killer had brought two weapons, which told cops that he or she knew there was going to be a large gathering at the house. Or there had been two shooters, which also alluded to the idea that the killer(s) knew what they were walking into.
    Papers, magazines, soda cans, and other household items were scattered all about the living-room carpet in front of Tiffany and Adelbert. This indicated a struggle. Rachael, found in front of the television facedown on the floor, had one leg crossed over the other. There were large patches (smudges) of blood all over the carpeting, a trail of smeared blood leading up to the fireplace. In front of the fireplace, crime scene techs located blood droplets,