CSI: Crime Scene Investigation

Animal predation.

Coyotes.

Plenty of them out here, but I didn't see any

when I spotted the body from the road.

There's no vital response in the wounds,

so the feast was postmortem.

And they had plenty of time to chow down.

Body temp places TOD four to eight hours ago.

Hey, did you know that coyotes won't eat the flesh

of crystal meth users? Really?

It's true. It's true.

I read it. They can sense that the stuff is poison.

Well, that places them at a higher evolutionary mark

than a good deal of human beings.

What you got, Ray?

Looks like a nylon bag with some bits of Styrofoam.

I'll get it to Hodges.

There's no wallet, there's no I.D.

Just his keys.

Anything printed on the keychain?

If found eaten by animals, please call...

David.

Sorry. Ink's worn off.

Can you help me roll him?

Sure.

Multiple puncture wounds to the abdomen.

Bullet wounds?

Look at the spacing of the wounds.

What do you notice?

Well, they're uniform.

That's right. They're uniform.

So what are you thinking?

The regular spacing,

the curvilinear pattern of the punctures...

This is what you would expect from a bite mark.

A bite mark.

From what?

Godzilla.

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Whatever monster is loose in Vegas,

this so-called bite wasn't what killed your Desert Doe.

COD was diffuse axonal injury of the brain,

typically caused by the sudden deceleration

associated with a car crash, or a significant fall.

Body stops, brain has momentum, bad things happen.

As for the, uh, puncturing implements,

they perforated the skin, subcutaneous fat,

abdominal muscle, and the peritoneum.

And they were each at least three inches long.

And approximately an inch wide, based on the abrasion rings

around the wounds.

Anything with teeth and jaws that size

has been extinct for... 65 million years?

True. Uh, that is, for the past 64 million years and 51 weeks.

However, not this week.

The cloth bag that you found with the little white balls?

The bag is made of custom spandex,

the balls are expanded polystyrene foam.

Both, I discovered, are components used by

an Australian-based entertainment company

to construct... simulated muscle.

Simulated muscle for what?

For possibly the coolest thing I've ever heard of,

which has been residing at the Las Vegas Arena

for the past week, and please, can we just go now?

Please. Go now.

Stokes? Sanders?

Detective Reed.

Gardener spotted him through the window.

Meet Phil Kohler.

His card says "Investment Strategist,"

the hole in his head says "exit strategy."

Body temp indicates TOD was sometime last night.

We didn't find a note, so no telling what torments

of finance or fairway drove this country clubber to cash out.

His daughter was murdered.

Excuse me?

Oh, that's right.

Whitney Kohler.

Five years ago.

She and her best friend, Rachel Beck, they were 15.

Went to the mall together one day,

never came back.

Couple of days later,

we found Whitney's blood in a suspect's van.

He's now serving life, but the bodies were never found.

Yeah, I met Phil a couple of times.

He and his wife. Sharon.

Divorce papers.

No stellate tearing around the wound.

Random powder particles dispersed all over his face.

So the gun had to have been held

at least a foot or two away from his head.

It's unusual for suicide.

Looks like he had some brunette company.

I don't see his wife in any of these photos, but...

I think she was a brunette.

We've got possible signs of a struggle.

Phil has the same gold watch on in every picture.

Well, he's not wearing it now.

Okay.

I'm going to have a look around the house,

see what else was taken from this guy.

I bought that watch for Phil 20 years ago.

Waddled into the jewelry store nine months pregnant,

maxing out the credit card.

Phil was going to be a father.

What does the watch have to do with what happened to Phil?

We didn't find it in his house.

And it's listed among the disputed possessions

in your divorce paperwork.

I have no idea what happened to Phil, or his watch.

I haven't spoken to him in months.

Ms. Kohler, you listed adultery

as the grounds when you filed for divorce.

Do you have names of any other women in Phil's life?

Just one.

Carly Beck.

You mean...

the mother of the other missing girl?

Rachel's mom?

Yeah.

I walked in on them six months ago.

Shared grief, Phil called it.

Who knew grief could push two people together?

I'd only seen it tear everything apart.

Using the Glock that killed Phil Kohler,

I fired a distance determination pattern.

Found that the muzzle had to be between 36 to 48 inches

from Kohler's forehead when fired.

His arm is only 30 inches long.

That's murder.

The gun's unregistered. Henry...

any luck on the mystery brunette?

Well, mystery no longer.

The hair was a maternal match to a known DNA profile.

And it wasn't the wife.

The hair's Carly Beck's.

Carly Beck, LVPD! Open the door!

Hey, so back at the vic's house-- my big mouth.

I didn't realize that you'd known the family.

Ah, it's okay. Don't worry about it.

'Cause I've been working on my sensitivity.

Missing daughter's room goes untouched for five years,

but it's pretty obvious there's been a few items

removed here recently.

Can you tell what?

There's a new package of photo paper there.

But I don't see a computer or printer anywhere.

Is that Carly's daughter?

I thought you said the body was never found.

We never found either one of the girls.

But Carly's daughter was wearing a gray sweatshirt

when she went missing.

Whitney Kohler was the one wearing purple.

Welcome to Walking with Dinosaurs.

17 life-sized prehistoric beasts

touring the world in a show

that spans 180 million years in history in 90 minutes.

I'm the tour manager, Kyle Adams.

Ray Langston.

And this is David Hodges.

Now I heard you gentlemen are with the crime lab?

Yes.

How can I help you?

One of them ate a guy.

I'm sorry?

We found a victim who exhibited some, um,

unique puncture wounds.

We think the injury may have occurred here.

Do you recognize this young man?

No.

We'd like to examine

some of the creatures' mouths.

We're also going to need to see

a couple of them fight each other.

No, we're not.

Come on. Please?

Maybe just a little.

The blood from the T rex's mouth is definitely human,

and its bottom teeth match the wounds on our victim.

That doesn't make sense.

It takes three people to operate the T rex.

A chassis driver,

a remote operator to control major movements,

and a second auxiliary operator.

And the T rex operators know everyone wants a chance

to manipulate the big beast,

so they lock their control rigs up after the show.

Nobody was in the arena after hours?

The entire crew went out for dinner, then back to our hotel.

Overnight security?

The place was supposed to be locked up,

but I guess we were wrong.

Excuse me.

This is Langston.

It's Henry.

I got an I.D. on your Dino Doe.

A Video Spec allowed me to recreate the text

on the vic's keychain.