The hum of a halogen lamp, the faint sting of ethanol. It is dawn in a cramped evidence bay, where a single blue speck demands attention. A gloved analyst carefully plucks the fiber from a jacket cuff, its dye glowing under an ultraviolet light. Outside, rain drums against the loading dock, but in here, the world has shrunk to this one tiny thread.
The public was told it was a random alley ass...
