S U M M E R
It didn't take long for me to check the clock again. I wasn't shocked to see that an hour had passed. The findings were not what I had anticipated. After comparing the samples, all I found were those belonging to the victim. The blood matched.
I still had a few more tests to conduct, capable of detecting even the tiniest traces of foreign DNA, but I wasn't feeling optimistic at this stage.
I had determined that the claw marks were too large to belong to any bear native to this area. They resembled wolf prints, but no wolf I knew could leave such massive marks.
I was stuck on how to wrap up the report.
With a sigh, I took off the headgear that held the microscope light and stepped back. Maybe a cup of coffee would clear my head. We had a trusty Keurig in the lab, even though I had suggested it be moved to the break room. Today, I was thankful they ignored me.
As the coffee brewed, I reflected on the results so far.
Using an ambiguous label wouldn’t sit well with anyone, but
