INT. - SILVER CITY MORGUE - EARLY MORNING
Ray pulled the overhead lamp closer, magnifying lens tight over the puncture wounds on Tasha's neck. She'd already sampled the spots and sent her tests off to trace to check for chemical residue and possible DNA evidence, but they were backlogged, as usual. Maybe it was time for her scalpel to do a little digging. She hated to destroy evidence, but the scans she'd done told her nothing.
How odd. She didn't notice before how the skin around the punctures looked healed, whole. That couldn't be. Ray prodded one of the gaps with the tip of a probe, pulling the small lip back. The bright, unforgiving light told her she was right. But, in order for a hole this size to remain while the skin healed, it had to have been held open by something.
Or whateve
