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Our victim's name is Brooke Hallworth.

She's 21 years old.

Paramedics found her unconscious,

blunt force trauma to the head.

She's at Trinity Hospital.

They're taking her into surgery now.

We know if she was a guest here?

Nothing registered in her name.

Okay.

Let's see what we've got.

Oh.

This blood trail indicates she came from somewhere upstairs.

Looks like the brood trail leads into the elevator.

She definitely pushed the lobby button.

All right, so how do we know what floor she came from?

Only one way to find out.

Police business.

Here we go.

Door's been left open.

Flack, we got a victim here.

I'm not catching any vitals.

Hey, Stell.

Take a look at this.

Well...

looks like we can rule out robbery.

Is Stella canvassing for witnesses?

She's on her way to the hospital to get an update

on our female vic.

So, Mac...

luxury suite...

champagne...

cash...

ski mask.

Which item doesn't belong?

What about this gunshot wound to the abdomen?

Any sign of a casing?

Uh-uh. Shooter either used a revolver

or took the casing with him.

This guy's all banged up.

It's consistent with defensive injuries,

but the coloration suggests

they were sustained over a period of time.

Could be he's just clumsy.

Or he's got a painful job.

Yeah.

This abrasion here is very recent.

Could have happened during a struggle with the killer.

Looks like there's some kind

of pattern to it.

It's tough to make out.

I'll get a digital copy to AV,

see if we can enhance what's there.

Metal housing on the privacy chain is bent.

This door was forced open.

So, room invasion

without the robbery.

One dead.

One barely makes it out of here alive.

Whoever did this was looking to hurt these people.

If robbery wasn't the motive,

why not take the money anyway?

Hey.

Room's registered to a Jesse Lewis.

Checked in a few hours ago with a woman

matching the description of our female vic.

If she was inside this room

when the ski mask came off the killer's face,

she may be able to make an I.D.

If she makes it at all.

Race you to the end of the hallway.

Oh, hey!

Just a little humor there.

Yeah, well, uh, where are we at

on this hotel room murder?

Well, behind door number one,

we have a silver vase, champagne bottle

and all the matching stemware. Behind door number two,

we have a wool ski mask,

presumably worn by the killer.

So, what's it going to be, Messer?

It's going to be door number one. Ah.

Feeling lucky about getting some prints, huh?

No, it's just a little closer.

When I worked as a medical intern,

we'd get these kids coming in

with injuries like you wouldn't believe.

Hyperextended vertebrae,

cranial contusions, spiral fractures.

Football players?

You'd think so,

but believe it or not, they were dancers.

Okay. What kind of dance moves cause injuries like these?

Okay, well,

this stress fracture here is caused by torsional motion,

most likely the result

of a pretty popular dance move called an air flare.

All right, it looks like he also suffered

a herniated cervical disc.

Highly indicative

of gradual strain and repetitive motion.

So, our vic was a dancer.

More specifically, a street dancer.

Hmm.

Now, this wound here has formed a callus,

indicating that it's partially healed. Mm-hmm. It's not from dancing,

and most likely not related to our crime.

I'd say it happened within the past few months.

Hmm. What about C.O.D.?

Sid recover a slug?

No.

This is all he was able to remove

from the wound.

Some type of metallic powder.

And it wasn't a through and through.

That's odd.

Yeah.

But you can see the round only penetrated

a few inches into the body,

then stopped dead.

So, we have no exit wound and no bullet.

Where did it go?

And what exactly is this?

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Any word on our victim's girlfriend,

Brooke Hallworth?

Yeah, she's still in the hospital,

but she's showing signs of improvement.

The minute she's conscious, I'm getting back there.

Did you see the paper today?

Yeah.

Adam said he saw a quiz on Facebook called:

"If you were the Compass Killer, where would you strike next?"

He told me.

We're going to get this guy, Mac.

But right now, let's just focus on the hotel murder.

Take a look at this.

The abrasion on our vic's neck...

it's some kind of crosshatch pattern.

Took sustained force to cause that kind of impression.

It's not just a glancing blow.

And Hawkes was right

about our vic's other injuries.

Jesse Lewis was a dancer.

In fact, he was performing last night

just hours before he died.

I got this off the Internet.

Jesse performed under the stage name Mechanicx.

This particular competition is known as Battle Step.

I thought this type

of dancing went out with Ms. Pac-Man

and the Rubik's Cube.

Definitely went underground and advanced,

only to resurface with a new name.

It's now called street dancing, and it's gone pro.

Street dancing.

What's the guy in red uptight about?

Could be

the fact that our vic won first place

in the singles event.

Ten grand. All cash.

Everyone in that audience saw him win.

Our suspect could have been there,

followed Brooke and Lewis back to their hotel room.

Strange thing is,

if the prize money was the motive,

then why was it still there?

Why don't we ask the guy who came in second.

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