Finding 'x'

•Too late•

Everything started going haywire afterwards.

Garba, a fair, middle aged man that possessed too much muscle healthy for a pathologist, spoke through his nose and had a twisted tongue at the same time, dropped by with his team for the removal of the body.

 Him, being the leader of the group and most likely the only slightly intelligent crime scene officer present murmured next to nothing of his findings. His subordinate was however more considerate, he took up the role of translator when all that was heard of Garba was muffled declarations and hurried scribbling sounds of his pen and jotter, how he was able to manage both was beyond me. I had a feeling his subordinate often translated for him in this manner.

"Zeep, fharp ceffhs." He said after examining the lacerations on the body's belly-slash- crotch area.

"Deep, sharp cuts." His subordinate translated and took a shot from his own camera.

"Tho fuobbu." He muttered when he stared unblinkingly into the chilly eyes of the body and turned the head to the other side, the poor head almost did a three-sixty.

"No struggle." Was the translation that came from the bored looking subordinate.

I looked over at venom voice in apprehension, apart from the crime scene guys and I, she was the only one left in the room. Hot cop had had thrown a subconscious Dave over his shoulder and ushered the sobbing mess of the hag out. The scene would have been hilarious and I would have taken dozens of pictures if the circumstances were normal.

But the circumstances aren't normal, they're never normal with you around.

Sigh.

"...theedt ceff." Garba's moans reached my ears once again.

"Neat cut." Subordinate translated.

"Tho dge-uh-ay."

"No DNA."

"Dghed vuo vuor anhwas."

"Dead for four hours…" it went on, nothing really came out of it and venom voice kept looking more nauseous by the second.

"...phwain vwadee."

"Fine body."

"Tho fuobbu."

"No struggle…"

My eyes scanned the room in anxiety and boredom, wishing to all that was pure that the two morons trying to analyse something that was clearly beyond their comprehension would just take the body away and let me breathe. That was when I noticed something odd about the body's hair.

She had on my type of hair, dreadlocks, that was why I was able to tell that hers wasn't natural.

"...dheoth vwon."

"Crotch gone."

"Tintwo diases."

"Simple slashes..."

I walked closer to the body in excruciatingly slow pace.

I looked around, nobody was paying attention to me. Venom voice was trying her best not to look at the general area where the body was, while the two clowns...

"Vue thud dayi ha dwo zhe xhan."

"We would carry her to the van."