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leave the rolled up rug.
    I walked up to the bloody rug, still trying to figure out why it was covered in so much blood. As I stood inches from it, I saw a man lying behind it. He was naked, his body stretched in full, half turned from the waist. It took me seconds to register the other half of what I was seeing.
    Next to the body was the man’s head lying upside down.
    ‘ There’s a guy there who’s been decapitated,’ I informed Frank who was still two feet behind me.
    He moved in to inspect the damage. ‘Holy shit,’ he muttered. ‘That’s quite a find.’
    I couldn’t disagree with him, but I didn’t find the discovery half as exciting as shocking.
    The woman moaned again.
    We both looked at each other and then towards the bed.
    Frank moved in first.
    I kneeled down next to the decapitated man and took down some mental notes. Neck cut close to shoulders. Severed larynx cartilage flapped out on hollow in collarbone. Victim mid-thirties, brown hair, medium build. I had never come across a beheaded person before and was kind of intrigued by what I was observing. At the top of his shoulder, where his neck had been cut off, blood was streaming out like a small mountain spring. I looked down the body. He was still wearing his socks, which must have been a colour other than red at some stage.
    ‘ She’s under the bed,’ Frank said, kneeling down, his head tilted at a forty-five degree angle.
    I stopped my observation of the severed head and joined him.
    The woman was naked and curled up like an embryo. I aimed the beam from my torch towards her. Her entire body was smeared with blood. Her face was covered in cuts and bruises. Her hair looked wet, limp and greasy. It fell half way across her face, concealing her eyes. She looked like a baby seal who had just been bludgeoned to death. She was humming erratically and fidgeting with her hands.
    ‘ Let’s get her out of here,’ I ordered.
    We eased her from under the bed and covered her with a blanket.
    ‘Go and tell the paramedics to get in here quickly,’ I went on.
    Frank gave me a sour look. He loved working with me, but he hated when I started giving him orders. He seemed to forget I was the investigator in charge of the crime scene.
    ‘For Christ’s sake, Frank,’ I snapped, ‘not now. Just get the goddamn paramedics!’
    He raced out the room without further notice.
     
    After the paramedics whisked the girl outside the apartment, I was left alone with Frank.
    ‘What do you think?’ he asked, although he probably knew as much as I did.
    ‘ Murder, of course. If it was suicide, the guy is rather skillful.’ I glanced around the room. ‘I’m going to get the cameras from the car. Why don’t you begin a general survey so we can work on a plan of action.’
    ‘ Yes, sir ,’ he grunted.
    I walked back to the hallway, and wondered why we had gotten on each others’ nerves since the beginning of this investigation.
    What I had just seen hadn’t sunk in yet. But I knew it wouldn’t take long. I had always been good at accepting reality face on, for better or worse.
    Before I reached the front door of the apartment, I realised this was one of the worst jobs I had been involved in. Most homicides in Melbourne were pretty straight forward. A bullet in the head. A knife in the back. Drowned in the bathtub. Only in the USA had I read about cases which could turn a level-headed forensic investigator into a raving lunatic within days. But I had never dealt in real life with anything as bloody as what was in that apartment. After all decapitation was not a common way of killing someone.
    Surprisingly enough, in spite of my sensitive reaction to the bloody find, I remained level-headed and believed I would have no problem coping with the investigation. The evidence I had seen began forming in my mind a scenario of what might have happened.
    When I stepped outside the apartment, the air felt cool. I knew it was only an illusion, because the temperature had