After photographing we began processing the crime scene. We set up a perimeter that was large enough to allow us to catch anything that may have been blown away.
The morning ocean breeze was strong and made us all cautious about evidence being disrupted. I set up for the close-up shots - as a rule, when doing close-ups it is always ideal to use a tripod in order to get a perfect 90-degree angle and avoid camera shake - and then I began the tedious work involved in documenting the case. After photographing the body, I walked over to where the clothing was found and took general scene photos followed by more focused ones.
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I could see the headlines now: "Skullcracker officially Pompano Beach's first serial killer." I hate how the media sensationalizes serial killers by giving them nicknames. She would be unrecognizable if it weren't for the identification card and other personal belongings the killer left behind. Her entire face was mangled and swollen - probably from repeated blows - and the back of her skull had the familiar hole that had become this killer's signature. I definitely want to pick your brain a bit more about the breakup issue." That is so cute! Did you want to go let him out for a bit and grab a cup of coffee somewhere after?" He's still potty training so I have to keep him on a strict schedule," I said apologetically. "Count Chocula?" she responded with curiosity. Now I just had to take away the fun to reel her in. Once she put the wall down, it was smooth sailing from there.Īfter about 15 minutes of talking she was hooked. Now all I had to do was be witty and funny to spark her interest. "Of course! If you respect the person you should at least give them the common courtesy of being sober when you do it." I was in. She obviously had a very strong opinion on the topic, as she jumped at the opportunity to give me her two cents. "Do you think it's wrong to break up with someone while you're drunk?" I asked. Although it was obvious she didn't mind being approached and probably enjoyed the attention, I could feel she suspected my question was only a ruse. This was the type of woman who expected to be hit on by every man who approached her. "Sure, how can I help you?" She responded, followed by her beautiful smile. It was midnight and she was leaving the bar alone, meaning she had gone there to con men into buying her drinks all night, as women who look like her usually do. "Hi, can I bother you with a quick question about relationships?" I was nervous, but if I wanted her I had to make sure she only saw confidence. I had to make her mine, and I had a plan. She looked around, aware of her beauty, trying to catch a glimpse of the men who took notice. Her shoes did not have high heels but even so, her rear end perked up slightly - naturally - and with every step each side would lift and bounce.
She wore a green satin short-sleeve blouse with black dress pants that hugged her athletic legs in the intimate manner you would expect from a pair of silk stockings. Her pace was angelic, with long hair flowing in the wind in slow motion, like you'd see in a shampoo commercial.
I saw her walking to her car and immediately knew she was the one.
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