Welcome to The Three Things Challenge.
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Your three things today are:

DOG
FRESH
LOCK

This is part of pensitivity101’s Three Things Challenge.

1pm prompt every one was sitting or standing around the three white boards set up in the corner of the main office. Tim was pinning up photos of the scene and the dead girl. Who had been named Darcy because she was posed like a dancer. Corina had just asked if Darcy’s photo photo had been circulated, it had. There was nothing back on the tyres or the slipper yet but it was early days and the lab was about as speedy as a snail going backwards these days.
Tim pinned the last photo up turned to face everyone , getting their attention was never that easy so he raised his voice and banged the nearest desk loudly and announced, “Ready Marm”
As soon as everyone had shut up and was looking in her direction Corina laid out everything they had. Not a lot right now to be honest but they were only seven hours in. “Has anyone come up with anything interesting yet” Corina asked. Karen slid off the desk she was perched on and said “yes Marm, Sasha and I traced that old case you mentioned and Hammersmith, they have the records under lock and key. They are sending us over what they have buy courrier asap. So hopefully we can get a fresh start on that on that in the morning.”
“That’s a pretty clear photo of Darcy and we sent it nation wide, she’s young and pretty and hopefully she should be missed by someone. ” Said Sandy Kapoor from the back of the room. His preferred place, out of sight.
“Anything else, anyone, got anything?” Tim asked, silence. “Okay, let’s get moving and get on to forensics and see what they’ve come up with.”
It was four o’clock when Mark rang with a preliminary report, “do you want to come in now” he asked. Carina. She knew that tone there was something he wanted her to know. She needed to go now, he always got like this when he needed to share, like a dog with a bone. Signalling to Tim to follow she left her office.

You can also read the previous part of this story here. But from now on Corina and co will not be appearing on here as they have a case to solve and so do I.

Your three things today are:

SENTIMENT
CEMENT
SEASON

As soon as Tim left the tent, Mark looked across at Corina and said “Does this ring any bells with you?” Taking in a sharp breath she nodded. Mark pushed his glasses back onto his nose with the heel of his hand and carried on. ” Do you remember those three murders back in 1998 I was in med school and you toying with the idea of police or customs? ” Nodding her head Corina agreed, ” I do , that case “The Three Maids” the tabloids called it, they had open season with it. But if I recall only the fingers and toes and teeth were missing then”
Mark looked back to the body and then said, I am going to pull out any records there might be on that case when I get back to ‘the office’ Corina winced she hated the way Mark always referred to the mortuary as ‘The Office’.
“Good idea, I’ll do the same back at the station it was August, no hang on, September as the bodies were each overed in leaves” Corina looked to Mark who was nodding in agreement. ” We’ll discuss it tonight over a bottle of red, I bring a take away in as I will be last home as usual” Corina smile, Indian/ Chinese? “
Just then then a young policeman stuck his head into the tent, “we’ve found some tire tracks Marm by the look of them they driven through cement. “
Corina smiled as Mark muttered “That will give you something concrete to work on” Turning to go she laughed “my sentiment too” As she left the tent she came face to face with Tim carrying the coffee. She took the the one marked B.N.S. Tim stuck his head in the tent and said , here’s your’s Mark.” Putting the cup on an evidence bag outside the tent he followed Corina to the car.
Mark’s voice called after him, Indian, tell her Indian ” Tim went to answer him but Corina shouted over her shoulder, “Okay” As she reached the car he turned to Tim and said”this coffee’s cold! “

This is part of pensitvity101’s Three Things Challenge.

The above is part three of an ongoing story which you can find here.