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But bodies don't always hold their secrets in

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Chad+Wys1-125x125Jacob S. Knabb on the things they say after a murder @ The Collagist. They say that the seven bodies of the slain couldn't be moved for some time in order to get an accurate crime scene investigation conducted. Seven corpses stacked and frozen. The families weren't notified until the following afternoon. The victims had been shot through the back of the head—execution style—was what they said to people in Palatine and so authorities feared moving them. The body holds many clues in situations like this where guns are fired and fluids are spilled. They say you can tell how far away the gun was and the caliber of bullet, you can comb through the bowels to determine last meals, the orifices can be swabbed, the skin can be scraped, the crust from beneath the nails can be excavated, the hair and skin follicles can be sampled. They say that you can even determine the exact moment that the body became corpse. But bodies don't always hold their secrets in.

They say you fry the nuggets in the same grease as the fries, in the same grease as the hash browns, in the same grease as the mushrooms, in the same grease as the chicken livers, in the same grease as the chicken gizzards, in the same grease as the chicken breasts, in the same grease as the chicken wings, in the same grease as the chicken legs, in the same grease as the chicken thighs, in the same grease as the corn fritters, in the same grease as the cod, in the same grease as the catfish, in the same grease as the butterfly shrimp. And when you work with grease like that, when you stand above the friers and tend to the grease, they say it clings to you, gets deep into your skin. If you don't wash your uniform, after a short while, it grows stiff, the pants can stand on their own, they say. It all ends up tasting the same. It comes out the same in the end.

 

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