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Today's case was a bit different though. I was at the station finishing my lunch, when my Sergeant gave me a piece of paper with an address scribbled on it, telling me to hit the road. As I drove down the highway toward the scene, I called my assistant Cal, to get the low down. I liked to use my driving time to sift through the facts and lay out my investigation strategy before I arrived at the scene.
‘Detective Switzkowski. Thanks for calling.' Cal replied.
‘Hi Cal. So what's the story?'
‘Well, when you were out getting lunch, I was at the station and I picked up a call from a distressed lady who claimed to be the neighbor of the deceased. She was concerned that she hadn't seen the deceased in a few days and that the dogs appeared to be locked inside the house. Apparently, she went to the door this morning, and noticed that the cake she'd left there, on New Year's Day, was still there, untouched. She knocked on the door and the dogs started going crazy. That's when she called me. I had to smash the lock on the back door, and the second it opened, I was nearly knocked out by the smell of dog shit. The dogs were going crazy, howling and cowering in the corner. I asked the neighbor to wait outside while I checked the place out. I walked through the house, and when I got to the main bedroom – there was the lady of the house - dead. Her mattress was soaked with blood, all the way through to the carpet underneath. Her wrists were cut, and there was a large kitchen knife on the bed beside her. She was lying on her side and it looks like the dogs have taken a few chunks out of her legs and her butt. Anyway, I've been down to the local deli and bought them some food, and they're in the back yard now. I'm telling you, Detective; this is one of the creepiest cases I think I've ever seen.'
‘OK, Cal, thanks for the briefing. Section off the entire house and wait for me. Send the neighbor home, and tell her I'll pay her a visit in 20 minutes or so.' I said.
‘Wait a minute Cal. I forgot to ask you – what is the name of the deceased?'
‘Well, according to the neighbor, it's Kathy Sabitini, but I couldn't find any records in the house to verify that.'