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<blockquote data-quote="talien" data-source="post: 4648486" data-attributes="member: 3285"><p><strong>Prince: Part 3 – Silent Force</strong></p><p></p><p>Colonel Daniels’ colonial-style mansion sat on several acres of well-manicured gardens surrounded by an eight-foot wall. Outside the front gate, the St. Louis police department kept the reporters and gawkers away. Inside the wall, the estate grounds were swarming with police cars, forensic vans, and evidence collection teams from the FBI and the ATF. </p><p></p><p>The front door was guarded by a pair of agents. Gaston flashed his credentials and waved the other agents through. There was no St. Louis PD inside the house, only Majestic agents.</p><p></p><p>The mansion was full of signs that something like an explosion happened. There was a smell of smoke and obvious smoke and water damage from fires that started after the blast. All the lights were off. Hammer snapped on a pair of plastic gloves, took a mini-light from his belt and clicked it on.</p><p></p><p>“The fires weren’t caused by the heat of the explosion,” said Gaston, “but by electrical shorts that cooked the writing throughout the building.”</p><p></p><p>The foyer of the house had a huge double staircase and a balcony that wrapped all the way around the room. A burnt and shattered chandelier hung above the marble floor. There was a figure tape-outlined on the ground just beneath the balcony.</p><p></p><p>“That’s where we found the Senator and his escort,” said Gaston. “The force of the explosion must have thrown them over the balcony. The Senator landed on top of the woman, breaking his arm and her neck.”</p><p></p><p>They climbed the steps. Hammer’s brow furrowed. “This door,” he pointed at the door across from the balcony. “It’s completely intact.”</p><p></p><p>“Could it have been open beforehand?” asked Caprice, a little sarcastically.</p><p></p><p>Hammer shook his head. “For an explosion of this force? It would have blown the door off its hinges even if it was open. There’s no sign of any blast concussion whatsoever.” He leaned down to inspect the debris on the floor. “What’s this?”</p><p></p><p>“Furniture, stereo equipment, glass,” said Gaston. “Fragments from the explosion.”</p><p></p><p>Hammer put one hand on the wall. “But the wall’s smooth. They’re not pierced or marked.”</p><p></p><p>A camera flashed in the room off to their right. Two crime scene photographers snapped pictures of a nude woman hanging from the ceiling. </p><p></p><p>“What’s she hanging from?” asked Caprice.</p><p></p><p>“Nothing,” said Gaston. “She’s not hanging by anything like chains, rope, or wire.”</p><p></p><p>The woman’s left hand was seamlessly fused into the plaster of the ceiling. Her arm was twisted and broken, obviously wrenched out of its socket but still attached to her body by muscle and skin. The floor of the room was filled with furniture fragments, but none of the furniture in the room was obviously damaged. </p><p></p><p>Jim-Bean wrinkled his nose. “What’s that smell?”</p><p></p><p>“Vomit,” said Gaston. “The officer who initially responded puked when he saw what was in the party room.”</p><p></p><p>They made their way to see what made the cop throw up.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="talien, post: 4648486, member: 3285"] [b]Prince: Part 3 – Silent Force[/b] Colonel Daniels’ colonial-style mansion sat on several acres of well-manicured gardens surrounded by an eight-foot wall. Outside the front gate, the St. Louis police department kept the reporters and gawkers away. Inside the wall, the estate grounds were swarming with police cars, forensic vans, and evidence collection teams from the FBI and the ATF. The front door was guarded by a pair of agents. Gaston flashed his credentials and waved the other agents through. There was no St. Louis PD inside the house, only Majestic agents. The mansion was full of signs that something like an explosion happened. There was a smell of smoke and obvious smoke and water damage from fires that started after the blast. All the lights were off. Hammer snapped on a pair of plastic gloves, took a mini-light from his belt and clicked it on. “The fires weren’t caused by the heat of the explosion,” said Gaston, “but by electrical shorts that cooked the writing throughout the building.” The foyer of the house had a huge double staircase and a balcony that wrapped all the way around the room. A burnt and shattered chandelier hung above the marble floor. There was a figure tape-outlined on the ground just beneath the balcony. “That’s where we found the Senator and his escort,” said Gaston. “The force of the explosion must have thrown them over the balcony. The Senator landed on top of the woman, breaking his arm and her neck.” They climbed the steps. Hammer’s brow furrowed. “This door,” he pointed at the door across from the balcony. “It’s completely intact.” “Could it have been open beforehand?” asked Caprice, a little sarcastically. Hammer shook his head. “For an explosion of this force? It would have blown the door off its hinges even if it was open. There’s no sign of any blast concussion whatsoever.” He leaned down to inspect the debris on the floor. “What’s this?” “Furniture, stereo equipment, glass,” said Gaston. “Fragments from the explosion.” Hammer put one hand on the wall. “But the wall’s smooth. They’re not pierced or marked.” A camera flashed in the room off to their right. Two crime scene photographers snapped pictures of a nude woman hanging from the ceiling. “What’s she hanging from?” asked Caprice. “Nothing,” said Gaston. “She’s not hanging by anything like chains, rope, or wire.” The woman’s left hand was seamlessly fused into the plaster of the ceiling. Her arm was twisted and broken, obviously wrenched out of its socket but still attached to her body by muscle and skin. The floor of the room was filled with furniture fragments, but none of the furniture in the room was obviously damaged. Jim-Bean wrinkled his nose. “What’s that smell?” “Vomit,” said Gaston. “The officer who initially responded puked when he saw what was in the party room.” They made their way to see what made the cop throw up. [/QUOTE]
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