Suspect

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All right, Jackie?

Danny.

What are you doing here?

Kenny Glass asked me to drop by.

He's got a family emergency.

Tell me what you want.

You've got an unidentified female.

He's been asked to take a look into a missing persons case.

Saskia someone or other, uh, disappeared six months ago.

Brought her dental records.

No, I don't do teeth.

Leave it on the side.

I'm sure we can get someone to take a look.

Can't ID her by any other means.

Can you not give me something?

Uh...

It's not even nine. What's the rush?

You know how it works.

What, you want to see her? Is that it?

The headlines will do.

OK.

Uh, mid to late 20s,

5'3, 110 lbs,

soaking wet.

Just found hanging in her bedroom.

And evidence of foul play?

No. They'd have brought in the Home Office boys if there were.

Mm.

Suicide then.

Yeah. What else?

Sex game gone wrong.

Really?

She tried to sever her radial artery first.

What with? I don't know, something sharp.

It's all in the police report, Danny.

So she made a mess of it then.

Mm. Half a dozen hesitation wounds,

one single deep cut.

Blood alcohol?

No idea.

We won't see the tox report for a while.

Now, if you don't mind, I've got a lot of work to do

so bye, Danny.

What about these?

Found on her person, I think.

Any idea what they are?

Not my field.

Might she have taken some?

I've told you,

we won't know for some time.

Most likely weeks.

Hesitation, wouldn't you say?

They always hesitate.

She was afraid.

Maybe she was searching for a reason to stay alive.

Or a reason to die.

Take your pick.

I'll let you know.

If we find out it's your girl.

OK.

Thanks.

It's Christine.

My daughter.

Danny, you shouldn't be in here.

Get off me.

Chris...

Danny. Danny.

Richard wants to speak to you.

Danny.

Danny.

Go and sit outside.

I'll be there shortly.

Danny.

Danny.

Tell me what happened.

I already did.

Then tell me again.

Tell me why my Christina is lying there.

Danny. Oh, my God.

My heart goes out to you.

But this just isn't the right place or time for this conversation.

Come on. Let's just get out of here.

Danny, what are you doing?

What happened to her?

Tell me.

Tell me!

She killed herself.

I carried out a routine examination.

Nothing about this is routine.

I'm sorry, I wasn't to know. She had no idea on her.

Now, come on, Danny, give me the key.

Let's wait outside for Richard.

Take me through it, from the top.

Where was she found?

Uh, a flat, off Riverside.

What was she doing there?

I haven't a clue. Well, you've read the police report.

She was in the bedroom. There was blood on the rug,

mostly likely where the original attempt took place,

and by the door, where she was found.

There's more severe haemorrhaging than I'd expect

from a partial severance.

It's possible the tox report will reveal the presence of some kind of

anticoagulant agent.

She certainly didn't bleed to death,

but it was sufficient for it to drip

between the floorboards and through the ceiling below.

The woman who lives there called it in.

How long had she been there? Danny,

you know better than to ask me that.

Uh...

The neighbour told your colleagues that she heard someone

between 1 and 2am.

She thinks. She's a light sleeper, apparently.

Was there a note?

Not that I'm aware of.

And no evidence of a struggle.

Nothing at all to indicate that it wasn't suicide.

Yet she was found in a strange flat with no ID on her.

You don't think any of that sounds suspicious?

It's not my job, Danny.

Well, what happened to lateral thinking?

I'm a hospital pathologist, I'm not a police officer.

I report what's in front of me.

Was she fully dressed?

No scratch marks, no broken nails,

no sign that she resisted in any way.

But she might have been drugged.

And the volume of blood,

it was consistent with the veins

and her wrist being severed before she died?

I haven't been to the scene.