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The body was still warm.

"Make sure you get some hair samples."

Cops poured in and out of the crime scene putting up police tape, relaying information, gathering evidence; The works. A dark figure came in through the threshold of the house, wiping some wet, matted, purple hair out of her face.

"You probably should have gotten that hair cut like I told ya."

"Yeah.. maybe."

She crouched over the corpse.

"What do you make of it?" He walked over now looking over her shoulder, his coat dripping wet, too.

"They're bite marks, alright, but.."

"They look human..."

The sound of rain rapping on the roof met them when they hushed. She looked about the home. Blood all over the living room carpet trailing from the splat on the couch. Drag marks and bloody paw marks suggest the pets didn't make it either. The paintings on the white walls were high quality, maybe even originals, and they matched very well with the well-to-do decor. Typical of uptown Raccoon.

"Here, his wallet." her partner handed her a folded piece of leather. Inside were a few bank cards, family photos, a few bucks, and a-

"...!"

She immediately swiped the offending discovery from the wallet and pocketed it before being seen, then extended a gloved hand to give it back. She rose, her coat not faring much better than her partners', and walked towards the door, though she could care less about the rain anymore. The fact that S.T.A.R.S. was assigned to assist with this case instead of her regulars did not sit well with her.

"I'm going back to the precinct, Burton. If anything comes up from the lab, get someone to call me. I'll be checking out a few leads."

Her voice trailed off as she walked, masked by the weather.

"Alright." He looked down at the scene momentarily. "Don't strain yourself, Myers!" he shouted after her though she didn't hear, "..what the hell happened here..."

Walking away, she looked back to see the house disappear behind the veil of rain. Only then did she draw the card from her pocket slightly to peek at it, as if double checking something, eyes wide at the peppermint logo staring back at her., confirming her worst fears. Quickly she stuffed it back in and rummaged her pocket for her phone, removing something from her head in a haste with her free hand, wrestling with the chill of fear crawling up her back. She had seen it. She wasn't wrong.

With the flick of her wrist, she opened her phone and dialed a number, and tossed what she had taken off, on the ground, stomping it into the mud as much as she could while she pressed her phone to her ear.

"...we have a situation..."