Forensiclab Stories

"The body is rotten." A decomposing corpse, smells like corrupted meat with fruity undertones. I watch everyone throwing a hand or a handkerchief on their nose to prevent the deadly odour getting into their lungs. The staff of the hospital lift the cadaver out of the Lakeshore and gently place it on the stretcher, "Please make a way." The chief inspector, William Charles, beckons his hand to the public gathering around. THAT'S HOW IT ALL BEGINS...