Ella stared, slightly horrified at the 8 pictures displayed on the floor below her. Four of a young, beautiful barely-adult, and four of a messy man. The two front pictures were next to each other and below them were their backs. Then both of their sides. Ella gulped.
"Its a little startling." Said Ezrah. Ella kneeled on the ground and ran her fingers over the pictures of the corpses.
Ilana McHaven had a large, gaping and inexcusably nearly perfect hole in her back. On her forehead was a large, welt, still covered in dry blood. There were cuts and bruises all over her legs and two of her fingers were tilted at odd angles.
Edgar Dugg was covered in bruises and cuts, some looking older than others but according to his wife, it was impossible. He hadn't had them before. He had weird shaped stab wounds all over his torso, back and legs, none seemed to stab all the way through. Like Ilana he had a welt on his forehead, but unlike her no large gaping hole in his back.
Ezrah laid out the two newspaper articles. Ella turned and rummaged around his desk-Ezra protesting the entire thing, where she found one yellow highlighter and two and a half sticky notes. Ella sighed, got up and took a few different colored highlighters and a few different colored sticky note pads from the cubicle where they stole the chair. She brought them back and crouched over the table, pulling a pen from her backpack. Ezrah leaned over in his chair and tried to see what she was doing. She placed a sticky note that said 'IDENTICAL WELTS' then she took the newspaper and highlighted their wounds, the identical ones in pink, their stories in green, other injuries in blue and possible death causes in yellow. She then wrote on the notes their injuries, and placed them where they were next to the pictures.
When she was finished she sat back on her legs and allowed Ezrah to look at what she had done.
"That was smart." He said emotionlessly.
"No shit, Sherlock."
"I know, Watson." Ella rolled her eyes. "No shit from you Watson." Ezrah said grinning and pushing hair back from his face and looked back down. He pointed to a picture with Edgar Dugg's hands. "Under her fingernails- its green." Ella peered closely at it."
"Aye, it is." She said.
"What about Ilana? Ella looked.
"Can't see. " Ezrah turned back to his computer and started typing an email.
"We might have a clue, my dear Watson. He must've been clawing at something."
"They both have the welts in nearly the exact same place."
"They could've died the same way."
"Or been killed. "
"They had different injuries. "Ella turned to a note and drew a line down the middle. On one side she wrote 'similarities' in a small handwriting and the other: 'differences' she tallied up the similarities vs. differences. 7:1.
"Don't forget the bruises and cuts."
"They weren't all the same though."
"They both had them"
"Fine its a half point." She said. And drew a 1/2.
"Now all we have to do, Watson my friend, Is wait for a reply."