You walk into the forensic lab where your next body lay, you put on the gloves and get to work figuring everything out. You get a notepad and pen and write down all external injuries before going to do the internal ones.

As soon as you begin the internal wounds, a detective walks in. One you had known for a very long time, Detective Mike Recoup. Smoking his cigar and catching your attention. He smiles a toothy smile and looks at you.

Hey, Doc. Been a while, what have you got for me?