Horatio looked down at the mutilated body his mouth pursed in distaste. Alexx was doing a cursory examination of the body softly talking to it.
He knew to her it was still a person. Most days he agreed with her, but today hate had turned a beautiful, young woman into a pile of pulverized meat and bones.
“Any idea of TOD?” he softly asked.
“It’s hard to say with the amount of abuse,” Alexx replied. “I’m going to guess about eight or nine hours.” She shook her head. “Who would do this, Horatio?”
“I don’t know, Alexx,” Horatio said. “But, I will by the end of the day.”
Horatio helped her to her feet.