Blood Trace Intact Novels & Stories

Had Corina drugged her with something? The handprints grew fainter and fainter, a sign that she was healing. I was relieved but it meant we were losing her trail now that her scent was almost gone. We find a fingerprint of blood. I sniff it and confirm that it’s Elsas. My Lycans spread out, but no one could find a single drop of crimson anywhere. I had lost her. My fist hits a tree, it cracks all the way through the trunk. The tree falls through the other trees, taking out other branches on it’s way down.

"Right here. She told us Jackson had gone after one of them. And then something drew her away. Never saw a sign of any of them after that." He went back over to the blood. Most of it had already soaked deep into the earth, leaving only a slightly darker stain against the ground. He scanned the area around it - as he should have done the first time he'd stumbled upon it - looking for a blood trail, but he saw nothing. Either the blood had been slowed or stopped before the person moved, or the drips they'd left behind were gone, soaked up by the arid ground. Or they went over the side of the canyon, he thought. But that seemed unlikely - wouldn't he and Penny have seen someone falling?

But he didn’t seem to understand what it was or why she was showing it to him. “You remember that man I ran into on the stairs?” She pointed to the handprint stain. “That’s from when he pushed me. I think he was bleeding and he grabbed my jacket….” She was talking fast and her words were rumbling over each other. “Can they pull fingerprints from that? The police, I mean. Or forensics or whoever does that kind of thing…DNA, whatever….” Kael nodded positively, “Yeah…” he was still staring at the mark. If the print is clear enough or if the blood hasn’t degraded too much. Yes, they could pull something from this.”

one called. “Nope,” Elky corrected. The trail ran twenty paces, then took a magician’s bow and disappeared like it had an invisibility cloak on. Nothing but damp grass, storm wind, and rainy heaviness in the air—mocking us with their tart little perfume, as if crime scenes weren’t bad enough without storm trying to freshen the place up. I walked to the break in the grass, looked down at where the blood trail stopped. “Neat trick,” I said. “First rule of survival manual —bleed responsibly.”

“Alright, let’s start from the top.” Head, face, body — after a thorough examination, Adriana said, “Check under her nails. Women tend to scratch during struggles — there could be fibers from the attacker’s clothes or traces of sebum under her nails.” Carson said, “Trace comparison needs to be done by a professional. We’ll take samples and send them for analysis.” “Where are her clothes?” Adriana asked. Carson replied, “The physical evidence isn’t kept here. If you want to see it, you’ll have to file a separate request.”

He was still wearing yesterday's clothes, his hoodie soaked at the hem from the rain. "I've scrubbed every traffic cam feed within a hundred-mile radius," he said, placing his laptop on the coffee table. "Nothing. Either they went completely off-road or they had someone wipe the feeds ahead of time. Either way, they left no digital trace." Clara slumped into the chair. The fireplace across the room flickered weakly, casting long shadows that danced like phantoms. "So they're gone." "Not forever," Avi said. "Just for now."

"Can you take a sample of this blood, detective?" Nic glanced at Brittany and nodded in agreement. She quickly performed a luminol test on the blood. Matching it to the tools they had at their disposal. Nic furrowed his brow in surprise when the blood match came back negative. "Negative," Nic announced. Britt looked at both of them confused. "What do you mean by negative?"

The radio in the dispatch room was on, but just playing static. We found the blood in the hallway near the evidence locker. It wasn’t a splatter, not a spray. It was a drag. A streak of crimson about a foot wide, smearing from the locker room door down the corridor and disappearing into the shadows under the stairwell. No body. No bones. Just that awful smear. Jonie crouched near it and touched the edge. "Dry. Been here a while." "Still smells fresh," Rachelle muttered, covering her nose.

He clicks off his phone. "Will's got a patrol car out at the spot where the stationary signal is. They've found her bag, simply tossed into the scrub. It had one of the tracers in there, stitched into the lining. Her phone was on the ground, smashed to pieces." "The car?" "No sign of it. but he's got patrol cars following the two sets of diverging trails. I think we can assume one trail is the car, and the other is Charlotte herself." Michael stands by me, leaning back against my desk. Head bowed, arms folded, "Will those tracers work everywhere?"

I mind link him but he doesn't answer, it's like he is obsessed and sniffs around in the whole cabin before he turns around and starts to sniff on the ground. "Grayson, what is it!" I mind link him again and following after him outside when he doesn't answer. "I've found a trace!" he mind links back and I take off my shorts and hand them to one of the alpha's men. "Grayson got a trace after her!" I tell the Alpha before shifting and starting to follow him. Grayson starts running in one direction and I follow right behind with Tobias beside me. Following the trace, we reach a place where I can smell her scent outside some thick bushes. Reaching them we find small traces of her blood on some b