[ he doesn't look at chloe as she speaks, examining the body instead. he's staring, really, and doesn't look to be quite here as his mind wanders like static. he can picture delicate hands, bigger than hers, slice through the skin, can see the red of the blood trickling down. his eyes only move when chloe brings up the wrist, and he tilts his head slightly, wandering over to pinpoint the rest of the marks.
his hand comes up to smooth over his moustache and beard, grazing the back of his fingers against his chin. ]
Any markings of a gag? Leftover drugs in her system? [ if she was alive when the murderer cut her, surely she would have screamed. the music was not so loud screams couldn't have been heard. ] Bruisings along the jaw?
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his hand comes up to smooth over his moustache and beard, grazing the back of his fingers against his chin. ]
Any markings of a gag? Leftover drugs in her system? [ if she was alive when the murderer cut her, surely she would have screamed. the music was not so loud screams couldn't have been heard. ] Bruisings along the jaw?