Law & Ardor: Fault Line
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Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - The Case of David Cooper: Breaking Ranks.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fiction
~Brittany McCallister~
Friday October 31, 2025
As President of the Delta Tau Chi Sorority, I was thrilled with the success of the DTX Halloween party. Everyone had come dressed in costumes to dance and drink. The new recruits had celebrated surviving pledge week, there had been a lot of flirting, and I got to stand before them all to give a speech.
With three murders at the start of the semester, we were lucky we were even able to have pledge week. Fortunately, we made it work. I really was on top of the world: internship with a senator when I graduated, and a hot boyfriend who was the star quarterback of the CSUA football team.
Brent Calloway was the dream man of most of the girls on campus. Tall, muscles on muscles, and washboard abs. Plus, he had a square jaw, sexy dimples, and movie-star good looks. Sandy blond hair and blue eyes just made him even hotter. I got wet just from a glance from the gorgeous man. When he gazes at me longingly? Well, that’s practically enough to melt the underwear off of my body.
It was late, and the party was breaking up. There were still a few drunken stragglers hanging around downstairs. A couple of people were passed out on the floor or on couches. Several of my sisters had gotten lucky, their conquests brought into bedrooms to have their worlds rocked. Chloe, my recruitment chair, had slapped a guy who got a little free with his hands. She was likely sleeping off the booze in her room.
As for me? Well, my undies were long gone. I was lying naked in bed on my back, my legs in the air and my pussy stuffed full of hard dick. My hands held my big boobs, fingers tugging on my nipples. Brent held onto my thighs, slamming himself into me as he kept my feet up by his head.
“Yeah, take that dick!” my hot boyfriend grunted as he fucked me. “Take it, slut!”
The star quarterback was a rough fuck; good thing I loved it rough. I was a classy lady in public; a high-powered career woman who demanded respect. And effortlessly got that respect. In the bedroom? In the bedroom I was a dirty, cum-loving whore who couldn’t get enough football-player cock.
Brent relentlessly pounded my poor, little pussy, his face contorted in a scowl as he took pleasure from my body. A manly grunt punctuated each thrust into my body, the man’s every action making me gush. His hard body glistened with sweat, his muscles flexed while he did me, bringing me closer to climax.
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum!” I announced, my long blonde hair fanning out over the pillow. “I’m gonna cum!”
My orgasm exploded like a supernova; lighting up my every nerve with the fires of passion and pleasure. I arched my back, my toes curling as I tugged on my nipples and released a series of gasping and grunting noises. The rest of the world ceased to exist as I lost all control over my body and started babbling incoherently.
I collapsed on the bed, my arms stretched out uselessly as I started drooling on the pillow. Brent held onto my thighs, his balls slapping against my ass as he continued relentlessly thrusting. Moaning weakly, I turned my head to look up at him, my baby blues heavy as I mumbled his name.
A few more hard pumps into the depths of my cunt and Brent withdrew from my sopping hole. He knee-walked back slightly and made a twirling motion in the air with his finger. Like a good, obedient girlfriend, I turned over and got on all fours, offering myself to him. Placing a hand on my butt, Brent pushed back into my pussy to fuck me doggystyle.
I yelped loudly when he spanked me. “Harder!”
Brent slapped my ass, causing me to jerk forward and gasp. I pulled my upper lip back and clenched my teeth, my fingers clenching the sheets as he continued ramming me. Grunts escaped my lips, my nostrils flaring while my big tits flopped around and slapped into each other.
Reaching out, Brent grabbed a fistful of blonde hair and yanked my head back. “You like that, hm? You like getting fucked?!”
“Oh God, I love it!” I yelled, my eyes scrunched shut. “Fuck me, fuck my pussy! Fuck me like a slut! Fuck me hard!”
With one hand on my hip and the other holding my hair, the star quarterback fucked my brains out. His thrusts were long and hard, the sounds of slapping flesh filling the room as he pounded me. I could hear his manly grunts, the sexy noises combining with the physical sensations of being stretched to make my pussy purr.
Holding himself balls-deep inside me, Brent rotated his hips to stimulate me further. He was rewarded when my walls rippled, massaging his shaft as I experienced another orgasm. Brent’s hands soon found their way to my tits, his fingers squeezing me as he used my boobs as handholds to fuck me from behind.
“Yes, grab my titties!” I beg wantonly. “Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Brent squeezed my boobs and tugged on my nipples for a few more seconds before sitting up and taking hold of my hips. His breathing grew more ragged as he drilled me as hard as I could. My hair was hanging forward, framing my face. Each thrust made me pant and moan; it felt so fucking good.
“Getting close,” Brent grunted, his hands on my butt-cheeks. “I’m gonna cum on your face!”
“Yes, cum all over me,” I moaned, pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts. “Just tell me when you’re ready, baby.”
Another dozen pumps and he yanked himself out of me. “Turn around, I’m gonna cum. Turn around!”
I complied instantly, rolling onto my back and lying perpendicular to Brent with my head in front of his crotch. With one hand between my legs to get at my clit, I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. I moaned while rubbing myself, my blue eyes locked on Brent as he jacked off and aimed at my face.
“Ah!” I kept my tongue out, my boobs jiggling slightly while I fingered myself. “Cum on my face baby, cum all over me!”
The first thick rope of cum hit my cheek and splattered up my nose, arching across my other cheek. Another hot blast covered my forehead and got in my hair. Brent aimed lower, shooting another strand into my open mouth. I moaned passionately, swallowing it and opening my mouth again while rubbing my clit. I arched my back, having a small orgasm as he pushed the tip between my lips, feeding me the rest.
I sat on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor as I cleaned the cum from my face and hair. My boyfriend was beside me, happily touching me and making the process more difficult. He played with my boobs, he pinched my butt, he rubbed me between my legs. It was cute. The big star quarterback couldn’t get enough of me.
Throwing out the semen-stained tissues, I plopped my naked ass down on the bed and snuggled up beside Brent. After a week of recruitment events, interviews, decorations, and schedules, I had earned the right to relax. That wasn’t even including the sorority drama; enough to fill an entire reality television season. At least I was finally naked with the hottest quarterback in California.
“Best. Week. Ever!” I declared.
Brent chuckled as he wrapped an arm around me. “You said that about homecoming.”
“Homecoming was amazing.”
“And the beach party,” he added.
“Also amazing.”
“And that charity thing Paige organized last month,” Brent squeezed my shoulder.
I lifted my head off his chest to glare at him. “Are you making fun of me?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he laughed lightly and gave me an innocent look.
“Good,” I kissed his cheek and lowered my head to his chest. “Because I’ll bite it off.”
“Nah, you love it too much,” Brent said confidently.
“Well, maybe,” I giggled.
The room was pleasantly warm, and I was perfectly content to lay naked with Brent. My big boobs were squished against his chest while my fingers explored his hard muscles. In the silence after our lovemaking, I could hear laughter coming from somewhere downstairs. It sounded like a few of my sisters were determined to keep the party going.
I couldn’t blame them.
Delta Tau Chi had just finished an incredibly successful pledge week. We’d welcomed an incredible group of new girls, the recruitment events had gone well, and the Halloween party had been a hit. A few murders couldn’t compare to the power of Greek life. The only way things could have been better would be if we had managed to bag Kayla Thomson. Unfortunately, she had enough responsibilities with cheerleading.
“Seriously, though,” I continued,” I couldn’t have asked for a better week. My sisters are happy, the pledges are happy, and nobody set anything on fire.”
“That’s your standard for success?” Brent arched an eyebrow.
“Did you forget Alyssa’s flaming cocktail incident?”
“I did not,” he laughed. “I seem to remember some topless dancing not long after that.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I rolled my eyes. “If only the football team could dance topless for me.”
Brent grabbed my butt and squeezed. “They’re all keeping their clothes on around my girl.”
“Mm, I’m all yours baby,” I promised.
“Good girl,” he replied, making me wet again.
“Pledge week is done, but there’s still so much to do,” I continued. “Chloe’s been amazing. That girl could convince someone to buy sunscreen during a blizzard.”
“She should be VP instead of Alyssa,” Brent commented.
“Chloe loves being recruitment chair,” I shrugged.
“She loves to talk,” he laughed.
“Well, she’s gonna be a lawyer,” I smirked. “She’s got the grades for it.”
“I also noticed she’s great at talking people into things, too,” Brent added. “I’m still sad I missed you girls skinnydipping in Strawberry Park.”
“Girls night out,” I said, giving him a playful slap on the chest. “Seriously. I don’t know what I would’ve done without Chloe. She handled practically everything this week, she convinced Lexi to pledge with Ashley.”
“Lexi’s the redhead and Ashley’s the blonde with the tits?” Brent asked.
“Yes, Brent,” I scoffed.
“Chloe gonna take the crown after you graduate?”
“Maybe,” I shrugged. “She’ll be a senior next year. I’ll be interning for the senator, so not my problem. Until then, I’m going to enjoy ruling the kingdom.”
Brent laughed.
Neither of us spoke for a few moments, we just lay together and enjoyed each other’s company. Then his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He reached for it immediately and glanced at the screen. His expression slightly changed, but he quickly relaxed his face before darkening the screen and putting the phone down.
“Everything okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Coach checking up on you?” I wondered. “You do have a game tomorrow, you’re supposed to be asleep.”
“Something like that.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Something like that?”
“Just football stuff.”
“This late?”
He shrugged. “You know how it is.”
Brent had been acting a little strange all semester. He still went to events, danced with me, and made appearances. He was doing great on the field. But he also seemed down about something, and he wasn’t socializing quite as much. Brent always loved his poker games, but he’d stopped talking about them.
I propped myself up on one elbow. “Okay, what’s going on? You’ve been off lately; you okay?”
“I’m fine, Britt,” he insisted.
“Uh-huh.”
He smiled and brushed a strand of blonde hair away from my face. “Just thinking about tomorrow.”
“The game?”
“Yeah,” Brent confirmed.
“Baby, you’re going to be amazing,” I grinned. “Arizona State is gonna wish they never showed their faces.”
“You don’t know that,” he shook his head.
“Excuse me?” I sat up a little straighter. “I’m dating the best quarterback in the country. Of course I know that!”
Brent laughed again. “That’s a pretty big claim.”
“One I’m prepared to defend,” I nodded. “Seriously, Brent. You’ve got this. It’s one game.”
“Yeah,” he murmured. “One game.”
Something about the way he said that bothered me.
I frowned. “Hey.”
He looked into my eyes.
“Whatever happens tomorrow, I’m proud of you,” I insisted.
“Thanks, babe.”
“When you get drafted,” I began confidently, “I expect you to remember the gorgeous blonde who supported you.”
“And I’ll expect the same when you become the first woman president,” he replied.
“You are a gorgeous blonde,” I agreed, pecking his lips.
With a happy sigh, I settled myself back against his chest. His fingers moved lazily through my hair as I closed my eyes. I had nothing urgent to worry about. No recruitment schedules, no last-minute cancellations, no panicked calls about decorations, and no freshman crying because they were afraid they wouldn’t receive a bid. Just me, my boyfriend, and sexy fun times.
I could get used to this.
Unfortunately, my brain had other ideas. “Oh, shit!”
Brent sighed. “What?”
“The pictures!” I exclaimed, sitting up. “The pledge pictures. Chloe was supposed to send me the final group shots tonight.”
“Okay?”
“I wanted to get our social media post ready for the morning.”
He turned his head toward me. “Brittany.”
“What?”
“It’s almost midnight,” he said.
“I know what time it is,” I rolled my eyes.
“Then why are we talking about social media?” Brent frowned.
“Because some of us have responsibilities.”
“So do I!” he argued. “Mine require a good night’s sleep.”
“Hey, you could have gone right to bed instead of fucking me,” I pointed out. “You chose pussy over sleep, that’s on you.”
He laughed. “You’re unbelievable.”
“And yet you love me.”
“Well, you have big tits,” he shrugged.
I grinned and reached for my phone. There were quite a few notifications. Alyssa claimed she could hear me getting fucked from the next room over, there were a couple of messages from girls thanking me, and a few other texts. I had some social media and email notifications as well. I opened my conversation with Chloe.
Brittany: Don’t forget those pictures! Love you! <3
“Huh.”
“What?” Brent asked.
“Chloe never answered my text.”
“She probably fell asleep,” he reasoned.
“Maybe,” I murmured. “Poor girl, she’s probably completely wiped out.”
“Then let her sleep.,” Brent said.
“Nah, I should check on her,” I shook my head. “Besides, I really need those pictures tonight.”
“Of course you do,” he grunted.
Slipping out of bed, I started hunting around for my underwear. Brent got under the blanket and watched me bend over to pick up my panties. Once they were on, I retrieved my robe and put it on. Tying it around my waist, I walked over to him and leaned over the bed for a kiss.
“You know, most girlfriends would rather stay in bed with their handsome boyfriends.”
“Most girlfriends don’t have a sorority to run,” I pointed out.
“Tragic,” he smirked.
“Very.”
I kissed him again and held up two fingers. “Two minutes.”
“Right,” Brent laughed lightly.
Grabbing my phone, I headed for the door, only stopping for a moment when I heard Brent’s phone go off again. I figured he had enough on his mind without me interrogating him, so I stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me. A few Halloween decorations hung from the ceiling, and I could hear a couple of girls giggling from downstairs. Soft moaning came from Jordan’s door, and I smirked when I realized my social chair was getting lucky.
My sisters. They drove me crazy sometimes, but I loved every single one of them. After the week we’d had, I couldn’t have been prouder. My bare feet padded across the floor as I made my way down the hallway to Chloe’s room. Light was shining beneath the door, showing she was still awake.
I knocked softly. “Chloe?”
No answer.
I waited a moment. “Chloe, it’s Brittany.”
Still nothing. I frowned, thinking maybe she had headphones on. I knocked louder. “Hey, girl! You awake?”
For several seconds, the hallway remained silent; even the other noises in the house had disappeared. No one was laughing downstairs, and I was too far away from any other room to hear the activities going on inside. Placing my ear to Chloe’s door, I heard a faint sound coming from the room.
“Chloe?”
There it was again. A sob. My smile disappeared. “Chloe? Honey, are you okay?”
No answer.
I reached for the doorknob. “Chloe, I’m coming in, okay?”
The door opened. And everything I had been so happy about moments earlier vanished from my mind. Chloe was lying on the floor beside her bed, curled up in a little ball. She was naked and shivering, the remains of her ruined flight attendant costume scattered across the room.
The petite woman looked even smaller than usual. Her blonde hair was tangled, she had a split lip, and a dark bruise was forming along the side of her face. She had knees drawn up against her chest, her arms wrapped around them. And she was sobbing quietly.
“Oh, my God.” I rushed toward her. “Chloe!”
She flinched so violently that I stopped in my tracks. For a second, she stared at me with wide, terrified blue eyes. Her lower lip quivered as her little body started shaking. Then recognition seemed to settle across her face and she slowly calmed down, swallowing weakly as she hugged her knees to her tighter.
“B-Brittany?” Chloe mumbled.
“It’s me, honey.” My heart was pounding. “What happened?”
She shook her head.
I took a cautious step closer. “Chloe, you’re hurt.”
Another shake of her head.
“Please,” she whispered.
“Please what?”
“Don’t...” her voice broke.
I crouched a few feet away from her, wincing as she cowered. “Sweetheart, talk to me.”
Chloe squeezed her eyes shut.
I looked around the room. The chair in front of the desk had been knocked over. One of the drawers hung open, and several things were scattered across the floor. Her dresser was also open, with clothes and underwear spilling out of it. The comforter was on the floor, and there was blood on the sheets.
My eyes went back to Chloe. I noticed more injuries I had missed before. Bruising on her wrists and inner thighs that looked painful. I noticed more marks across her body, and that her bottom was red. My stomach twisted. Something was horribly wrong.
Chloe,” I began gently, “is somebody still here?”
Her eyes snapped open and she shook her head violently. “No. No, they’re gone.”
I swallowed and finally had the presence of mind to grab a blanket to cover her. “Who?”
She held the blanket tightly. “Please don’t tell anybody.”
“Chloe...”
“They said...” She struggled to breathe. “They said if I told anyone...”
She couldn’t finish.
I stared at her, my brain struggling to comprehend what I was seeing. The injuries, the ripped costume, the blood on the bed. Dried fluids on her skin and what looked like a knife mark on her neck. Then there was the absolute terror in her eyes. I was so stupid for not realizing it immediately, but my mind wasn’t working properly. The horrible reality hit me, causing tears to form in my eyes.
“Oh, honey,” I whispered. “Did somebody, did they hurt you?”
Her lower lip trembled. Then she nodded. “T-they raped me.”
I wanted to reach out and wrap my arms around her, but after the way she’d reacted, I realized that wasn’t a good idea.
“Can I sit with you?”
Another nod.
I lowered myself onto the floor beside her, leaving a little space between us. Chloe slowly sat up and pulled the blanket around herself. Then she leaned toward me. I opened my arms, allowing her to collapse against my shoulder. Her sobs came harder now, her tiny body shaking.
“It’s okay,” I whispered, rubbing her back. “I’m here.”
“They said they’d kill me.”
The words were so quiet I almost didn’t hear them.
My blood ran cold. “Who did?”
She buried her face against my shoulder. “Those guys.”
“What guys, honey?”
“Z-Zack,” Chloe stammered.
“That idiot you had to slap?” I gasped. “Did he do this to you?”
“Y-yes,” Chloe nodded against me. “And his friends. There were three of them.”
I felt sick.
“Listen to me,” I said softly, “You’re not in trouble, okay? Whatever happened, you’re not in trouble.”
She continued crying.
I glanced toward the door. Brent wasn’t far. Part of me wanted to call him immediately, to have someone else here who could help figure out what to do. But Chloe was trembling in my arms, terrified of anyone finding out. Still in shock over what had happened to her. I couldn’t bring a man in here.
“Chloe, I think we should get you to a hospital.”
“No!” She pulled away, panic flashing across her face. “No, Brittany. Please. They’ll find out.”
“Who will?”
She shook her head. “They’ll know, they’ll kill me!”
I took her hand. “No, they won’t. They said that so you wouldn’t report the assault. They’re cowards. Please. Can I call someone who can help?”
She looked toward the door. “I’m scared.”
“I know, sweetheart,” I squeezed her hand. “I’m scared, too.”
“What if they come back?”
I looked at her sternly. “Then they’ll have to deal with me. And after, I’ll have three sets of severed male genitals in my collection.”
Chloe hesitated. “Y-you can call.”
I took out my phone and started the call as I looked at the young woman beside me. Only a few hours earlier, she’d been laughing and dancing, celebrating the end of an incredible pledge week. She had done some flirting in her cute flight attendant outfit. Now she was trembling beneath a blanket, afraid that the men who had hurt her might come back.
The dispatcher picked up.
I took a shaky breath. “My name is Brittany McCallister. I’m at the Delta Tau Chi sorority house at California State University Ashwood.”
I looked at Chloe as she squeezed my hand.
“My friend has been assaulted,” I said, struggling to keep my voice steady. “She’s hurt, and we need help.”
I listened to the dispatcher. Then I pulled Chloe a little closer. As she rested her head against my shoulder, I made myself a silent promise. Whatever it took, I was going to make sure she didn’t have to face this alone. And the motherfuckers who did this to her were going to spend the rest of their miserable lives behind bars.
~Sarah McLorn~
Saturday November 01, 2025
There were plenty of things I could think of doing at two-thirty in the morning. Sleeping was at the top of the list. Cuddling with Little Stevie while under a warm blanket. Or maybe having sex with the real Steven. Unfortunately, a late-night call had other ideas.
I’d been enjoying a rare good night’s sleep when my phone started ringing. I’d grabbed it from my nightstand, fully intending to express my displeasure to whoever was calling in the most creative way possible. Then I saw the name of my lieutenant. That was never a good sign.
Twenty minutes later, I was parking outside the Delta Tau Chi Sorority house at California State University Ashwood. Halloween decorations covered the building: orange and purple lights were strung across the porch, fake spiderwebs stretched between the columns, and carved pumpkins lined the steps. A ghost swung from a tree, and there was a skeleton hanging from one of the second-floor windows.
The girls had gone all out. Too bad their celebration had ended with a crime scene.
Adam was standing near the front entrance, speaking with a uniformed officer. He spotted me approaching and ended his conversation.
“Morning, sunshine.”
“Don’t,” I grumbled.
My partner chuckled. “Rough night?”
“It was a wonderful night until I got called in,” I crossed my arms and looked at the sorority house. “Another Greek life case. Wonderful.”
“At least it got reported,” he reasoned. “Think of how many victims are silenced by bad schools. We might not find out for years. Disgraceful.”
“Good point,’ I nodded. “The victim is what matters; not my sleep. I really hate when this shit happens.”
“Well, look on the bright side,” Adam smiled.
“There’s a bright side?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
“At least you didn’t have to put on a Halloween costume.”
I glanced at the inflatable ghost. “Right.”
He chuckled, but his expression quickly turned serious. “All right. We’ve got a twenty-year-old female, Chloe Bennett. Junior, political science major, recruitment chair for the sorority.”
“Sexual assault?”
He nodded. “We have an outcry witness. Vic says she was gang-raped by three men.”
I winced. “Where’s the victim?”
“Ashwood General,” Adam answered. “Paramedics brought her. She’s conscious, but shaken up.”
“Who’s our outcry?”
My partner checked his notes. “Brittany McCallister. Sorority president. Apparently went to check on our vic just before midnight and found her in her bedroom.”
I looked toward the house. Several girls were gathered near one of the downstairs windows, watching the police activity outside. Some people were standing outside talking to officers; a few male and a few female, several still in costume. Scattered beer cans and plastic cups on the front yard convinced me they were definitely having a Halloween party.
“Anybody see what happened?” I asked.
“Not that we’ve established,” he replied. “Responding officers spoke with a few of the other residents, but nobody reported witnessing the assault.”
“A girl gets gang-raped at a Halloween party and no one noticed?” I frowned.
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out.”
I sighed. “All right, any suspects?”
“Not much yet,” Adam said. “Chloe told the responding officers that one of them was named Zack. Apparently, he approached her during the party and she slapped him.”
“Last name?”
He shook his head. “She doesn’t know it.”
“Description?”
“Zack is Caucasian, average, with dark hair and eyes,” Adam told me. “Don’t know about the other two yet. You’ll need to follow up when she’s ready.”
I had been the only woman in the precinct for ages. Female victims of sexual assault were often only comfortable talking to a woman, so I did most of those interviews. But I wasn’t the only woman any longer.
“I’ll bring Callahan,” I said, folding my arms. “She should learn to deal with this kind of thing.”
“Just be careful not to overwhelm the victim,” Adam warned.
“I know how to do my job, detective.”
“I know.” Adam gestured toward the entrance. “Come on, I’ll show you what we’ve got.”
The first thing I noticed when we stepped inside was the smell. A powerful mixture of stale beer, perfume, pizza, and body odor. The second thing I noticed was the mess. Streamers hung from the ceiling, plastic cups littered several tables, and there was a bra hanging from a lampshade.
A couple of uniformed officers were speaking with a group of young women near the staircase. The girls looked exhausted. Some were still wearing their Halloween costumes, while others had changed into pajamas or large t-shirts. One of them was sobbing quietly.
I couldn’t blame her.
A party was supposed to be an opportunity to relax, have fun, and maybe make a few questionable decisions. You’d dance with your friends, drink, flirt, play games. Maybe a hook up you’d laugh about the next morning. It wasn’t supposed to end like this.
“How many people attended?” I questioned.
“According to the president, around eighty to a hundred throughout the evening,” Adam said. “Not everyone was here at the same time.”
“That’s a lot of potential witnesses,” I observed.
“And a lot of photographs.”
I glanced at him.
“It’s a sorority Halloween party, Sarah,” Adam chuckled. “Half the people here probably spent the evening taking selfies.”
“Did you ask everyone to preserve whatever videos or pictures they took?”
“We did,” he confirmed. “Campus security is checking whether there’s footage from the surrounding area, and there is one security camera covering the front entrance.”
“Anything inside?” I wondered.
“Not that we’ve found,” Adam responded.
I looked around the living room again. “How late did the party go?”
“Officially ended at midnight,” he said. “People were still partying when McCallister called for help.”
“Loud music?”
“Of course,” Adam smirked.
I nodded toward the staircase. “Let’s see the vic’s room.”
Adam led me upstairs to the second floor, which was considerably quieter than the first. A few bedroom doors were open, and I could hear hushed conversations coming from down the hall. A crime scene technician was standing outside one of the rooms, preparing an evidence collection kit.
“Detectives,” she greeted us.
“Morning,” I replied. “What have we got?”
“We’ve started documenting the room,” the technician answered. “Photographs first, then we’ll collect and package anything potentially relevant.”
“Anyone been inside?” Adam asked.