New
York Times bestselling author Lisa Black
spent the five happiest years of her life in a morgue. As a forensic scientist
in the Cleveland coroner’s office she analyzed gunshot residue on hands and
clothing, hairs, fibers, paint, glass, DNA, blood and many other forms of trace
evidence, as well as crime scenes. Now she’s a certified latent print examiner
and CSI for the Cape Coral Police Department. Lisa also writes as Beth Cheylan.
Learn more about Lisa and her books at her website. -- AP
The Fun and Not-So-Fun Parts of Crime Scenes
Crime scenes are the most
interesting part of forensic science. You get to actually see the setting
instead of individual, out-of-context pieces of evidence and picture how it all
went down. And it gets you out of the bloody lab.
They’re also the biggest pain in the butt. They’re never anyplace fun like a shopping mall or a museum; they’re places that are cold, muddy, or unbelievably filthy. They’re abandoned apartments crawling with cockroaches, streets where you automatically keep your head ducked just in case anyone decides to take a shot, houses that make you tsk and say, “I can’t believe anyone lives like this.”
I could write a book on houses. If you ever think your own place is a little messy, you should see the places I’ve seen. This crosses all ethnic, cultural, gender, psychological and economic lines. I guess some people are comfortable with clutter—imagine if you took everything out of all your closets and all your drawers, scattered it over the floor, and lived like that day in and day out—and some aren’t. This may sound like simply a pet peeve, but it actually complicates the investigation. How do you tell if something was ransacked? How do you tell what’s out of place?
In short, crime scenes
should be glamorous, but they’re not. For one thing you usually don’t have more
than a two-minute warning; Dispatch calls, and you’re given a sketchy summary
(half of which is often wrong) and an address. For another, all the work that
you planned to get done that day is not done by someone else in your
absence—it’s still waiting for you when you come back, and your boss doesn’t
care that you had to go.
The fun thing about crime
scenes is that each one is different and again, it gets you out of the lab. The
pain-in-the-butt thing about crime scenes is that each one is different and you
can’t be positive that you’ve gotten every piece of relevant information.
How do you know if the
matchbook sitting on the windowsill was put there by the teenage son three
weeks ago or if the killer set it there while he waited for the victim? How do
you know if the oversized pair of shorts on top of the laundry pile was for the
victim’s ‘fat days’ or if they were left there by an irate, departing
boyfriend? How do you know one of the forty thousand cards in the victim’s
collection doesn’t contain the killer’s fingerprint?
Answer: you don’t. You have
to collect what seems reasonable to collect and leave it at that. You can only
do your best. Remember that during the exhaustive investigation of the Charles
Manson murders, there was a pair of glasses left in Sharon Tate’s house that no
one ever identified.
You never get all the
answers.
Blunt Impact
features forensic scientist Theresa MacLean and a series of murders surrounding
a skyscraper under construction in downtown Cleveland. The first to die is
young, sexy concrete worker Samantha, thrown from the 23rd floor.
The only witness is her 11 year old daughter Anna, nicknamed Ghost. Ghost will
stop at nothing to find her mother’s killer, and Theresa will stop at nothing
to keep Ghost safe.
