Log:Homicide, Scene 1

Homicide 2012/07/18 	 Bunk and Doherty Karen 1

A call goes out to the Coroner's Office. Dead male Caucasian found in an alleyway in the Upper East, called in by a uniformed police unit.

Karen is on call, and slides into her Coroner's van and drives to the upper east side. She follows the GPS and ends up at the crime scene.

There are already three police cars on scene and the uniforms are busy maintaining a perimeter taking statements. There's a cop with sargeant's stripes, tan skin with with a bushy moustache. He's got a cup of coffee in hand. He waves over to Karen as she pulls up.

Karen slides out and straightens her coat, and grabs her big case of forensic shit, and humps over towards the scen. She waves back at the officer, and grins. "What we got today?"

His badge identifies the sergeant as 'Briceno'. He nods towards the alley. "The vic is in the alleyway. A black and white stopped some street punk from going through his pockets, found the stiff, and called it in. We're holding the punk, but I don't like him for the murder. Homocide is still on the way."

Karen nods, and checks the scene for other disturbance. She opens her kit, and snaps on a set of gloves. "We got any ID from the punk or am I working from the basic,s Briceno?" she smiles, and very carefully walks towards the body, examining each place she puts her feet, making sure she's not disturbing anything more than she has to. No obvious cause of death?"

The cause of death is obvious - several deep cuts into his arms and body, including a nasty one into his neck. Oddly, there's not a lot of blood on the scene, though.

"I wouldn't say that," Briceno says. "Well... you'll see."

"So whaddya think?" Briceno asks.

Karen takes a series of photographs, and starts dictating her notes into her tablet. "Very certain this is a high temperature heat weapon.

Karen continues mearuing and taking skin samples. "Perhaps a directed energy eam, man made, alien made, or perhpas super heroic"

"Didn't find anything like that on the punk," the sergeant says.

An unmarked car pulls up. Two detectives, one black, one white, step out of the car, finishing up a conversation about something or another. It's Bunk and Doherty, murder police. Doherty calls over to Karen, "Well, if it isn't the Angel of Death." His tone is a joking one. They walk over.

Karen chuckles. "And here I left my scythe behind me! All I've got today is this silly little bag, and two of my next appointments walk right in? How are you Michaels and Kitelli?"

Bunk chews on a cigar, unlit, as he crouches over the body next to Karen. Doherty says, "Karen.. Where is the love?" he asks with mock indignance. "It's been a long day -- just got back from investigating that double over in H-Burg... It's good to see a friendly face is what I'm saying."

Karen says, "Well, then lets get on with it. Looks like he was figthing, and got it under a run. Do we have any indications of any disturbances hereabouts? I've got a time of death about four to six hours ago."

Bunk says, "Jimmy... this guy look familiar to you?"

Doherty leans over and takes a look at the body. "#@$!" he says plainly.

Bunk says, "#@&"

Bunk straightens up and pulls the cigar from his mouth, and he uses it to point at the corpse, jabbing it in the air for emphasis. "You dumb son of a b," Bunk says to the corpse. "Why did you have to go and die on my shift?"

Karen says, "I take it I'm not going to have to run teh DNA database to find this guy out?"

"Well, Angel," Doherty says. "It looks like we have officially stepped in it. That there is Dean Cangelosi, of the Cangelosi crime family. The Feds are going to want to hear about this one. Crap."

Karen says, "I didn't step in it, It's not my case. I just turn my case notes over when the Feddies swoop down and sieze it all anyway. I hate things like that""

"Just you wait," Doherty says, "When the Mayor stops by to ask you how the autopsy is coming." He sighs. "Any notion as to the murder weapon?"

Bunk gestures with his cigar to the body. "Yeah. Those wounds don't look normal..."

Karen says, "Not while he's lying ina dirty alley. Gotta get to my microsopes and mas specs and such things. Without about a weeks worth of sowrk, All I'm doin' is guessing""