#Forensic DNA Testing

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i wanna do one of those dog breed genetic test thingies on the dog skull i found in oklahoma a couple years ago but the problem is that all those dog breed genetic tests go based on saliva of live dogs and this is literally just bones

[the-unrivalled-pessimist]

im so sick of people who know nothing about a field doing surface level research than trying to make an educational video

like please don’t try to explain to me, a person with a whole ass degree in molecular forensic science, that forensics is a "pseudoscience"

rosalind franklin rolling in her grave right now

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[anarcho-masochist]

I have so many thoughts on the United Healthcare thing.

As you know, I'm studying criminal justice and forensics. So hands down the most concerning thing is that they left things at the scene (water bottle especially...did they just panic? did they forget?). I see a lot of people talking about the pictures, but a moment on a low resolution security camera at that angle is not good enough for facial recognition at all, so if no one says they recognize them, or too many people do (I can think of easily 20-30 people who look similar enough to that) the pictures are not a big deal at all. But people underestimate how sensitive DNA testing is these days because of its (relatively) infrequent use. There is a backlog, and it's still somewhat expensive. So you can get away with minor crimes leaving DNA everywhere, but if it's a more serious case and it gets prioritized, there's a very high chance they'll find usable DNA. In this case, I'd say it's certain they will. I assume they knew that in theory, and it was simply a mistake. Along with this, though, you need known DNA to compare the unknown DNA to. So, as long as they can't narrow it down enough to suspect him and get a warrant to collect known DNA to compare to the DNA found at the scene (or if his DNA is already in a database-still would need to narrow it down), it doesn't hurt him. My worry is that people say they've seen someone who looks like him / they know him and then they'll have a suspect pool to check whether any of those people have left home (didn't show up to work, live alone and no one would've noticed, etc.). From there, gathering known DNA samples.

His initial plan, if it happened as law enforcement currently suspects, was a solid one. Bus was a good way to get there, the fake ID and burner phone, and keeping the hood and mask up (almost) the whole time. As was waiting for him to come out of the hotel and the route he used to escape (and likely change clothes in central park). It's simple but leaves few gaps. It makes it nearly impossible to ID him, in theory. In practice, the execution wasn't perfect, but that's to be expected due to the stress of the situation.

Major news sources have been talking about how law enforcement is trying to profile him based on everything. The most effective outcome that's likely to have is if it scares him into making a mistake.

Basically, unless he gets himself caught or is seen and it's called in and police can investigate it in time, he actually has good odds of getting away with it.

Ethically, I think this adds to a wonderful precedent and other people thinking of doing something like that should, if they decide to, mask up, and do not leave anything at the scene.

Also, there is a tip line, and police are already getting overwhelmed by the number of tips they're getting.

https://www.nytimes.com/live/2024/12/06/nyregion/unitedhealthcare-ceo-brian-thompson#hundreds-of-tips-are-coming-in-the-police-say-they-want-more

It's very, very easy to call in a tip. Even if you might be mistaken, it could be useful.

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The one with the white feather

Angel Hongjoong x detective reader

Genres and warnings: angel Hongjoong, detective reader, crime scenes, blood, guns mentioned, minors dni, angst, mentions of death, somewhat happy ending, strangers to maybe lovers, mature language (if i missed something, feel free to correct me)

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A single white feather changes the course of your life.

"Good morning detective."

"Morning Yeosang, how's it going?"

"As you can see." The forensic inspector gestured around him. "It's been a messy day."

You scanned the area around Yeosang, noting how bloody it was. The person who died in the early morning hours was doomed from the second that the sharp knife touched her throat.

"I see... Do we have any details?"

"I've already spoken to the other detectives, we found her ID in her wallet. There doesn't appear to be anything stolen."

You hummed, nodding along to his story when you noticed something not far away from the woman's body.

A feather. One single white feather was next to her. Immaculate, despite the blood surrounding it.

"And what is that?"

Yeosang followed where you were pointing, shrugging his shoulders.

"It was there when we got here. It doesn't appear to have anything to do with the case. I mean, it's just a feather, I'm not sure what bird it's from, but it was just... There."

"You don't plan on picking it up?" You questioned, and Yeosang almost seemed offended.

"Hey, I thought we were past you doubting my skills. The feather isn't relevant, Y/N, but I'll pick it up. Don't worry."

Maybe he was right. You were known as the strict one in your department, but there was no need to doubt him. He's proven himself many times before, and you'd be devastated if your friendship took a blow because of work.

Just as you were about to respond, a flash of white somewhere behind him made you stop. It was fleeting, almost non-existent, but you saw it. Yeosang noticed your silence, trying to get your attention. You shook your head, gathering yourself again.

"Sorry, what? I don't know what's going on, this is just not my morning."

"Hey, I get it. Come, the others want to give you the details. I've got to finish up here."

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"I swear to God, if this case beats my ass I'm quitting."

"We both know you won't do that."

Namjoon, the head detective of your department commented off handedly, sipping on his lukewarm coffee.

"Yeah, I know I won't, but I'm just saying."

"You've said it many times before, and here we are. We both know you love this job more than anything."

You sighed, finishing the last sentence on your report.

The murder case from two days ago was in full investigation, but you didn't have a single clue about what happened. The crime scene was basically spotless, if you count out the amount of blood.

One thing that kept you awake at night was the singular feather found next to the body. It was unusual, and you pestered Yeosang to test it.

No dna was found, it was from an unfamiliar species, and there was nothing tying it to the woman.

Your fellow detectives, as well as Namjoon, told you it was pointless to dwell on it, but you couldn't stop.

The other thing on your mind was the figure that appeared fleetingly in front of you. Yeosang told you it was your lack of sleep that jumbled your mind, but you knew what you saw.

Well, you didn't exactly, but there was something.

"Okay, I'm done. I need to get out of this office before I fall asleep on my desk. Again."

The head detective chuckled, shooing you away.

"Off you go. I need my best employee to be well rested. Lots of bad guys to catch."

"You're funny, you know? Bye now."

Waving to the other officers still in the office, you made your way outside to your car.

With a heavy sigh, you turned on the engine and made your way home. You lived in a small house in the outskirts of town, and you loved it.

There was no noise, no neighbours, no distractions. It was pure heaven for you, but the road towards your house was a little creepy. You had to get past a wooded area, and sometimes the paranoia from your job got to you.

Tonight was one of those nights, where everything seemed suspicious to you. Fortunately, there was no traffic, and you were almost out of the woods when you noticed him.

There, in the middle of the road, stood a man dressed in white. He wasn't moving, no. He was staring straight at your car.

"Come on now, move along." You whispered, tightening your grip on the steering wheel.

The man gave no sign of moving, staying rooted in his spot.

"Oh for the love of... Hey! Move it!" You yelled out of your window, but to no avail. Your car came to a stop, almost too close to the person.

Now you got a better look at him, and he was surprisingly handsome. His hair was blonde, almost white, and his clothes were pristine.

"Are you deaf? You have to get off the street."

The man's expression changed from stoic to amazed in a second. He opened his mouth, and his voice was as angelic as his face.

"You... You can see me? You can really see me?"

"Of course? You're standing in the middle of the road! Everybody can see you!"

He shook his head, quickly approaching your side. You instinctively reached for the gun in your holster, but he only gripped the glass of the window, his smile never faltering.

"I knew you noticed me back then! Oh wow... You really are special."

"What the hell? Okay, either you move or I get out of the car and make you."

At this point you were bluffing a bit, hoping the stranger would just go his way. The situation was getting too weird, even for a crime investigator like you.

As if he realised he was doing something wrong, the man panicked, mouth going slack.

"Oh no. No, no, no."

Sensing his distress, you tried going at him with a softer approach.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"No, no. I gotta go. It was so lovely meeting you finally, and I'm sorry you won't remember me."

Your confused expression made him even more sad.

"What?"

"Goodbye, Y/N."

"Wait, how do you know my-"

In a flash, the man was gone, and you were in a daze. After shaking your head, it was like everything went back to normal.

Funny, you could have sworn you just talked to somebody.

Oh well, maybe the stress was finally getting to you.

"I need a drink. Or maybe six."

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There was this creepy feeling following you the whole next day. As if you were meant to remember something, but you just couldn't. The case you were working on wasn't making it any easier.

"This is starting to become ridiculous." You muttered, sifting through the papers.

"No leads?" San, a fellow detective, asked while passing you a cup of hot coffee.

"None. It's like someone put her there and just vanished."

San sighed, looking over your shoulder at the documents. There was Yeosang's forensic report, which gave you the cause of death, but other than that, nothing.

"The motherfucker is skilled. Maybe he's done this before?" He asked, making you wonder as well.

Suddenly, as if you were possessed, you reached for a pen and found a piece of paper at the bottom of the pile.

There, you circled one word.

"Brother?" San questioned, his eyebrows scrunching up.

"Yeah?" You replied, almost in a daze.

Then, it came to you.

"Her brother! Of course! Their grandfather died recently, and the family business was inherited by her."

"But wasn't he at a hotel or something? We have the receptionist's statement."

You let out a forced laugh, glancing up at San.

"The man is known for bribing people, you don't think he could have done it to that poor man working minimum wage as well?"

"Good thinking. Want to pay him a visit?"

Standing up and gathering your things, you smiled at San.

"Hell yes."

"Let me go get my things."

Before he walked out, he stopped at the doorway.

"Hey, Y/N? How did you know?"

"What?" You asked, confused.

"Well, you just... Went for it? Was it a feeling?"

You stood there, now realizing what happened in the last few minutes.

"I don't... I don't know, to be honest."

San nodded, shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh well... You have killer intuition."

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"I knew you'd get it."

"Did you now?" You chuckled, clinking your glass against Yeosang's.

"Of course! You're the best detective I've ever met! And I'm not biased because you're my friend, I'm just stating the facts."

There were moments in life where you were thankful to have Yeosang as your friend, and this was one of them.

You successfully closed the case after confronting the victim's brother. The receptionist was easy to crack, and everything went smoothly afterwards. There was just one thing bugging you.

"It's a shame we don't know anything about the feather."

"What feather?"

Your hand stopped midway while lifting your drink, and you looked at Yeosang wide-eyed. His expression was the epitome of confusion.

"What do you mean 'what feather'? The one we found, completely unrelated to the case?"

"Y/N, I'm sorry, but there was nothing except for blood. You were there, you know that."

Silence fell over you, and your brain couldn't accept what he was saying. Was he messing with you?

Sensing your unease, he reached over to place your glass back on the table.

"Maybe you've had too much whiskey."

"This is my second glass."

"Yeah, well, maybe you're just too tired. Why don't I take you home now?"

You nodded, seemingly in a daze again. Yeosang led you out the bar and into his car, helping you buckle up. The ride home was quiet, with him trying to take your mind off the last conversation.

"And here we are. Get some sleep, okay? We'll talk tomorrow."

"Yeah... Yeah, I'll do that. Thank you, Sangie."

Without a second thought, you reached over to place a kiss on his cheek, exiting the car afterwards.

The image of the feather flashed in your mind again, and you couldn't stop thinking about it. You didn't even notice yourself unlocking your door and taking off your shoes.

Maybe you'd have been in a daze until you reached your bedroom, if it weren't for the fact that a man was standing in your living room.

"You're home!"

"What the hell?!"

Reaching for your waist, you pulled out your little handgun and pointed it at the stranger. His eyes widened, hands immediately going in the air.

"Hey now, why would you do that? I know you don't remember me, but there's no need to get so violent."

Your hands started shaking. Where have you seen him before? He was so eerily familiar.

That's when you noticed the white feathers scattered around the floor.

The same as the one heavy on your mind.

"Who are you? How did you get inside?" You asked, taking a few steps forward. The man still hasn't moved, but he now put his hands down.

"I'm Hongjoong. You don't know me as well as I know you, but I've been around for some time."

"Okay, Hongjoong. How exactly do you know me?"

He smiled. "Easy, I'm your guardian angel. I mean, I'm an angel, period, but I've come to like you a bit too much."

You gasped. "Are you on drugs? You definitely are, there's no way a sane person would say these things!"

"You don't believe me? Fine, I expected it."

Without another word, Hongjoong turned his back to you and spread out his arms.

That's when a pair of snow white wings sprang from his shoulders, knocking over a lamp on your coffee table.

"See? Don't they look cool?"

There wasn't one single credible explanation for what you were seeing, so you just... Sat down on the floor. Your gun was still clutched tightly in your hands, not yet ready to let your guard down. Hongjoong's eyes widened, a panicked expression taking over.

"Oh heavens! Are you okay? I can help you if you let me."

"N-No, no. Just... Stay where you are."

He surprisingly listened to you, staying rooted in his spot. His wings were still present, the white feathers shining in the dim light of your living room lamp.

"So... Angel?" You asked, knowing how ridiculous it sounded.

"Yep. I'm not really your guardian, but I took it upon myself to watch over you."

"Why is that?"

He sighed, sitting down on the floor a few feet from you.

"Well... I was once present to guide an unfortunate person to heaven. I saw you then, and I don't know... We can sense when people are in trouble, and you seem like a magnet for it. Part of the job, I suppose."

"Tell me about it." You huffed.

"After bumping into you again a second time, I decided to linger around. Why do you think you feel so safe when going home? I calm you down."

Your eyebrows scrunched up, wondering what we meant. It came to you then. Sometimes when you drive home, you feel like someone wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. It's fleeting, but it calms your nerves.

"That's you? I thought I was imagining it."

"All me." Hongjoong smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"But why are you here? Last time... Wait."

You realized then. "I saw you! On the road! It was you!"

"Yes, it was. I had to erase it from your memory, it's forbidden for angels to show themselves around humans."

"What about now? You're still here, I'm looking at you."

He smiled, albeit a bit sad.

"I know that as well. I thought it wouldn't come to this, but... Once you see my feather, your fate has been sealed."

It's when you realize what he meant that it really hit you.

"I'm going to die, aren't I?"

Hongjoong only nodded. Silence overcame you again.

There was an angel in your house, telling you your death was close. This wasn't the evening you wanted to have, not in the slightest.

"So, how's that going to go? Are you here to, I don't know, help me?" You asked finally, looking straight into his eyes.

"I can't tell you that, but I promise I'll be there. I'm not planning on leaving you hanging. Besides, it will be nice to have a friend to teach you the ropes once you get here. Sorry, that might have been a bit insensitive."

"You think? Holy hell, I can't believe this."

You placed the gun back into your holster, standing up and walking into your kitchen. Hongjoong trailed after you, eager to have your attention.

"It's nice where I'm from, you know? I have a lot of friends, you'll get along just fine. And we've already decided what your job will be. Let me tell you, they don't let just anybody rank this high from the start."

"Will you please stop talking about my death like it's nothing?! I'm trying so hard not to have a breakdown right now, but you're not helping!" You yelled finally, your emotions taking over.

Hongjoong nodded, looking sad again. It kind of made you feel bad. He was clearly here to help you, and yeah it sucked to hear those things from him, but at least you won't be alone.

You knew your job came with a lot of risk, and that you'd end up hurt in action. It never occurred to you that you might... Die.

"I'm sorry, Hongjoong. I know you mean well, but it's a lot to take. I'm basically going to live the rest of however long my life is in fear. You really can't tell me when it will happen?"

He shook his head, taking a seat on a stool by the kitchen island.

"No, I'm not allowed. The only thing I can say... And I'm doing this because I really like you, is that you will die doing what you love, all the while protecting important people in your life. It's just who you are."

Well, that kind of made you a bit more relaxed. At least you know it is work related. That kind of made sense.

"And you'll be there?"

"Of course. I won't let you do this alone. You may not know me that well, yet, but I do know you."

You snorted a laugh, busying yourself with making some tea for the both of you. Do angels even drink tea?

"Oh really? What's my favourite colour?"

"Easy, red. You mostly wear black, but the few pieces you wear out are always red. Your nails are red, when you take the time to paint them."

You huffed. "Okay, that wasn't a tough question. Hmm... What's my least favourite movie and why?"

He stayed silent for a moment, and you thought you won, but he surprised you again.

"Twilight. The second one especially. You watch it when you want to laugh, because you always make fun of the acting. And you find it really cringe. However, you watch it when you feel down. It gives you a reason to laugh."

"Hongjoong..."

You handed him a cup, and when he reached over to take it, your fingers brushed. The touch was brief, but it sent a shock through your whole body. It was like a sting, but a pleasant one. He smiled afterwards, nodding like it confirmed something he thought about.

"What was that?" You whispered, too stunned to speak.

"Something... Magical. I know you felt it, you wouldn't be looking like that if you didn't. But that's not something you have to worry about now. Do you have any more questions? I'll try to answer them if I can."

It dawned on you suddenly.

"Oh God! Yeosang! I don't talk to my parents, I didn't even think about them, but him! He'll be devastated."

"He'll be fine. Believe me. He'll be sad, but somebody will be his shoulder to cry on. Maybe you even know it yourself." A knowing smile formed on his face, and you nodded enthusiastically.

"San? Oh my... Does it take me dying for them to finally confess to each other? A bunch of whimps."

Hongjoong chuckled, and you couldn't help but laugh along with him.

"At least something good will come from it."

He stopped, standing up to approach you.

"Y/N... I'm really sorry for barging in on you like this. It wasn't my intention. I just... You were always so close, but so far away at the same time. Don't hold it against me."

You looked at him, noting how sincere he sounded. It was like it pained him to be away from you, but it didn't make it easier that you had to die soon.

"I... I can't really think right now, I'm still in shock, but... It will be nice to have someone next to me. You know, once I pass. Maybe you're just the thing I needed."

His hand was on the island, and you couldn't help but reach for it again. Your fingers touched, the sparks going up your arm. Neither of you moved, and you just let the feeling sink in.

"It's... Strange. How I don't feel as scared as I thought I would."

"I'm here. I'm here to make it all easier. I will be next to you, as long as you let me."

Your eyes met again, and this time you smiled, the unease gone.

"I think I'll keep you for a while."

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Allentown City Employee Charged with Staging Hate Crime

March 25, 2025 A City Hall employee in Allentown, Pennsylvania, faces legal consequences after allegedly staging a hate crime by placing a noose at her own desk. LaTarsha Brown, 42, who works in the city’s community and economic development department and serves as a school board member for the Allentown School District, was charged with making false reports and tampering with evidence, both misdemeanor offenses, following an investigation by local authorities.

The incident began on January 10, 2025, when Brown reported finding a noose at her workstation, prompting widespread concern and a protest by activists who labeled it a hate crime. Allentown police, with assistance from the FBI, launched an investigation, which included collecting DNA samples from employees on Brown’s floor. While all other employees complied, Brown initially resisted, leading police to obtain a search warrant for her DNA. On March 10, the Pennsylvania State Police Forensic DNA Division confirmed that Brown’s DNA was the only match found on the noose, contradicting her claim of an external perpetrator.

Captain Steve Milkovits of the Allentown Police Department stated that Brown’s actions not only misled investigators but also strained community trust. The case has drawn comparisons to high-profile incidents like the Jussie Smollett hoax, where the actor was convicted of staging a hate crime in 2019. Brown’s charges, while misdemeanors, carry significant implications, as they highlight the costs, both financial and social, of fabricated hate crime reports.

This case raises several important considerations. First, the incident underscores the challenges law enforcement faces in distinguishing genuine hate crimes from hoaxes, especially in a climate where racial tensions remain high. The FBI’s 2024 hate crime statistics reported 11,862 incidents, indicating that real hate crimes are a pressing issue, yet hoaxes like Brown’s can undermine public trust and divert resources from legitimate cases. The investigation into Brown’s actions, which involved DNA testing, video surveillance, and FBI involvement, likely incurred significant costs.

Brown’s position as a city employee and school board member, roles funded by taxpayer dollars, amplifies the betrayal felt by the community. Her actions may have deepened racial divides, as the initial report of a noose at City Hall sparked protests and fear among residents. The irony, as noted in Brown’s own social media post from August 2024, is her statement about those who “ignite conflicts” by adopting a “victim narrative,” a behavior she appears to have exhibited.

Finally, the comparison to Jussie Smollett, whose conviction was recently overturned on procedural grounds in November 2024, suggests a broader trend of staged hate crimes. Up to 80% of reported hate crimes may be hoaxes, Brown’s case serves as a cautionary tale about the consequences of such actions in an already polarized society.

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Can you do 1012 leo x introverted detective/creep reader who likes stalking ppl, taking pictures and notes bc they suck at actually socializing and is better at being creepy and stuff?

Your Image In My Mind

□A 2012Leonardo x detective!stalker!Reader□

I absolutely love this idea and is an interesting twist to what I normally see, thank you for the request Artist! <3

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Socialization; the process of learning to behave in a way that is acceptable to society.

For some damn reason, this had never been something you never unraveled. Even with your clever instincts and intelligence level, you'd always been the odd one out. So, with your intelligence, you've done the only thing to do in your spare time.

Observing others. Analyzing the person of interest as if you'd been assigned to them by a federal organization. No. You were simply fascinated.

Some part of you knew, this was cruel and unnerving. You figured if they don't know, it wouldn't hurt them. Weird thinking for an incredibly clever individual. But things have always been hard for others to understand.

This strange habbit only escalated when you've seen the turtle in blue. Who you learned his name, Leonardo Hamato. You done some research to better understand.

First, seeing him at night, when you were walking back him. Then you heard his adorable voice. He was so leading and organized. He seemed like the most logical one.

"Come on guys, we have to be stealth ninjas. Ninjas are quiet and listen to their leader."

Obvious his brothers don't pay much attention or care for his leadership. Other mutant turtles. Who you soon learned are named, Raphael, Donatello and Michelangelo.

You wanted to understand him, figure him out. To know every single thing about him, and him not know a single thing about you. It was better than way, a way you couldn't be hurt. It was better.

During this time, you began to keep a journal (GF anyone??) all about him. Everything about him you could find on your own. You wrote it down. His eye color, what he is, favorite color, height, prefered weapon, personality type, speed, stamina, strength, what he watches, ect.

Whatever you found you knew.

You admired his courage and desire to protect those he has responsibility over. You almost sympathize with him, it seemed like he never got a break. No matter how smart you were, how much work you did to climb up the latter in the detective and forensic industry. And at such a young age. No one cared about you.

What you would give to simply hug him, but you know better than that

After one of the battles with the Kraang you always went around. Searching for any DNA to keep to yourself. His spit. His blood. Anything. Saving it as if it was gold. But to you it is.Running it through DNA tests to further expand your knowledge about him.

There was a time you had almost been caught. It was when you made a risky move and they were in a battle with more mutants. But you were so deprived of Leo you needed to go.

Climbing the rooftop, you watching with your camera and journal ready. Impatiently waiting for a clear shot. That is, until, he seen you. His blue eyes staring straight at you. An eyebrow raised.

You panicked, rushing down. You'd been caught! Jumping down the latter and sprinting off into the darkness. Holding your breath, you hear him.

"I see this person, these e/c eyes. I don't know, but they went this way!"

"Leo these are common effects of stress, let's go back."

It happened, he was right there, beside you. Looking for you. He was cute, his curious and paranoid eyes wondering around. Obviously anxious too. You tried your best to stay silent. Then... he left.

"Who knows maybe your going mental, more than you already are."

You're convinced you've been mental your whole life.

It started to become a bigger obsession. He's all you wanted to know more about. It drove you crazier down into the ground. You felt addicted to knowing more about Leo.

When you decide to take a forensic photography course in your school, it just fed your eagerness. You took every picture you can, as accurately as possible. Different fighting poses, facial expressions. Everything.

It didn't help that you started a criminal sketching class. You practically knew how to redraw him from memory.

"Hey-you're Y/n right?" You heard a male voice say to you.

You jumped, surprised, "y-yup! I'm sure that's me." You were so anxious.

"I noticed the someone mentioning something about your remarkable IQ and forensics experience." He said sheepishly.

"Okay? Gotta have those REALLY long study times pay off right?" You tried joking, "I mean, I can always kill-wait u meant know a person in that amount of time I've worked."

"...right. So what are you drawing?"

You almost jumped, "is that a turtle or a lizard?" Well, that was rude. He looks way better than him, you thought.

"Nope." You popped the p, "just....a turtle, human, turtle... but why are we talking about that yknow-" you cleared your throat, "that- what's happening you...."

"Mark." He said bluntly.

"Mark!" You made your hand snap, "I thought I've heard of you before. I mean-that not- not that I knew."

"Oh. On second thought I have somewhere to be." He shrugged and left.

You wanted to punch yourself, but at least you have Leo to look foward to. It was your life. All you wanted to know.

Only loving him through your eyes.

I'm SO sorry this was so short :( but I'm glad you even requested, I've had sm fun writing this!

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Autopsy Reference Page

A little intro:

I worked in a morgue for about a year as an autopsy assistant / intern. I have a portfolio and a certificate and everything. I've seen a lot of character designs with autopsy scars in them and stories with autopsies featured as a major event and wanted to provide some information on how autopsies through the justice system work, specifically FROM MY EXPERIENCE. This will not apply to private autopsies, though I will include a little bit of what I know about those at the end of this post.

If you are sensitive to gore, go ahead and skip this page. If you like writing gore or learning more about this stuff, welcome!

First thing's first: Who approves an autopsy?

Generally, it is the District Attorney. A DA will approve an autopsy for the following reasons:

It's a suspicious death

It was caused by the victim (self-inflicted)

It was an obvious homicide

It falls under the conditions stated in the state's constitution or laws

What conditions could those be?

This is going to sound really morbid, but most states have a clause that dictates any deaths in which the decedent is under 12 months of age must be autopsied. That's the biggest reason cited in laws outside of criminal justice cases.

Who performs an autopsy?

The people performing the actual evisceration are called Medical Examiners. In order to be a medical examiner, you must have a Medical Doctorate and be board certified in Forensic Pathology.

The Medical Examiner will also have a team of Forensic Pathology Technicians that help them before, during, and after evisceration. They often consist of both Dry Techs and Wet Techs. The difference between the two is that Dry Techs do not dress out in personal protective equipment (PPE) and will log things in whichever system the lab utilizes. Wet Techs assist in the autopsy by taking x-rays, removing organs, and weighing the organs.

What is PPE?

Standard PPE consists of a plastic gown, double disposable gloves to the wrist, disposable gloves to the elbow, boot covers, a surgical mask, a face shield, and what is known as a bouffant cap (the hair net / cap things you see surgeons wear in tv shows and movies).

The order I always put my PPE on was: boot covers, gown (with thumbs through the thumb holes), gloves #1, face mask, bouffant cap, gloves #2, face shield, elbow gloves.

Let's get into what you guys are really here for:

What does a standard autopsy look like?

So I like to make a distinction between these three stages: pre-autopsy, autopsy, post-autopsy.

Pre-autopsy is everything that happens before the body is open. This includes:

Weighing the gurney with the body bag on it

Moving the body bag from the gurney to the autopsy table

Taking pictures of the body bag BEFORE the seal is opened

Cutting the seal

Taking pictures of the body in the bag

Moving the body out of the bag

Taking more photos of the front, side, back, arms, and hands

Drawing toxicology (blood, urine, vitreous)

Taking fingerprints

The autopsy is when the Y-incision is created and the following occurs:

The organs of the thoracic cavity are taken, weighed, and eviscerated

The organs of the abdominopelvic cavity are taken, weighed, and eviscerated

The head is opened and the brain is taken, weighed, and eviscerated

The pituitary gland is removed

The esophagus and tongue are taken, weighed, and eviscerated

All organs are placed into a plastic bag

Post-autopsy includes:

Moving the body back to the bag

Placing the bag inside the thoracic cavity

Stitching the Y-incision closed

Cleaning any instruments used

Cleaning all surfaces, including the autopsy table and sink

Mopping the floor

In my experience, some of the things done during pre-autopsy, such as drawing toxicology and fingerprinting, can be done during the actual autopsy.

Why is toxicology important?

Toxicology is how we gain DNA and fluids for testing. Vitreous (fluid from the eyes) and Urine (fluid from the bladder) can be tested for metabolism of ethanol (alcohol) and other substances. Blood is used in testing for things like ethanol (alcohol) and CO (carbon monoxide) as well as DNA for identification.

Why do we need blood for identification?

In homicide cases, two forms of scientific identification are necessary. The order of importance / credibility of DNA collection is:

Visual identification - if they have an ID on them and we can tell that they are the person on the ID

Blood - a blood stain card is taken to test for identity

Fingerprints

Dental - if we have NOTHING ELSE, a forensic odontologist is called in to compare dental records to the teeth of the decedent

Little facts:

We do the Y-incision specifically for the funeral homes

Anything that you die with that the police doesn't collect for the family before the autopsy is put in holding until your body is released to the funeral home - including money

When blood has CO in it, it becomes a dark cherry red

Different needle sizes are used for drawing toxicology. The smallest size used is a 25-gauge. The largest is a 16-gauge.

Blood is drawn in this order: femoral (thigh), pericardial (around the heart), cardiac (in the heart)

Private autopsies are costly, ranging from $3000 to $5000

i think that's everything important. If you have any questions, have any additions, or find that this helped, send me an ask and let me know!

Be free!!!

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This'll be a wild one lmao.

A dingo actually did eat Lindy Chamberlain's baby. She was imprisoned for years on false charges due to shoddy police work, shoddy forensic science, xenophobia, and how publicised the case was prior to the trial.

Police photography of the scene was nearly non-existent. Control samples of known blood and DNA samples were not used when testing samples taken from the scene and the car in which detectives believed Azaria was killed. Tears in Azaria's clothing found were perceived to have come from cutting movements with previously found scissors because "it didn't look like animal damage". At the time, they didn't find the jacket Lindy claimed Azaria was wearing, and assumed she was lying.

Children had been getting bitten by dingoes in Uluru National Park for months/years before Azaria Chamberlain was taken, with park rangers requesting a cull of dingoes due to their growing lack of fear of people. Indigenous trackers living in the Uluru area found dingo tracks in and around the tent the night Azaria was taken, but due to racism their word was ignored.

The moment the case hit the news, the general public were suspicious of the Chamberlain's, but particularly Lindy due to her being a Seven Day Adventist, dressing "strangely" for the public's perception at the time, and not "grieving enough" for the media and public's liking. There were even theories that Lindy had premeditated the murder due to a photo of her and Azaria ealier in their day due to Azaria wearing a black dress. By the time she was arrested and on trial, shirts mocking and condemning Lindy Chamberlain were being sold to crowds outside the court house.

Years after she was sentenced for the murder of her infant daughter, the jacket Lindy Chamberlain said Azaria Chamberlain was wearing the night she went missing was found in the bushland surrounding Uluru. Police were searching for the body of a climber who had fallen from the rock and found the jacket by chance. The damage of the jacket was more in line with what would be perceived animal damage, and once tested, canid saliva was found around the torn areas. After those findings, Lindy Chamberlain was exonerated of all charges and released from prison.

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Persistence of Touch DNA: Understanding the Stability and Implications

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INTERNATIONAL ORGANIZATIONS CALL FOR INVESTIGATION INTO MASS GRAVES, CIVIL DEFENSE WILL COOPERATE, SIGNS OF TORTURE ON BODIES IN GAZA

Gaza's Civil Defense ministry says it will cooperate with any independent investigation into the recent discovery of three mass graves containing hundreds of disfigured, decomposing bodies at the Nasser Medical Complex in Khan Yunis, in Gaza's south.

Mohammed al-Moghier, a member of the Palestinian Civil Defense, said his teams were prepared to compile an evidential report for an independent investigation in the crimes, telling reporters that "this can be the foundation for work to be conducted by an international investigation committee."

"We are ready to help their work in order to push the Israelis to refrain from committing crimes against people in Gaza,” al-Moghier is quoted as saying.

The horrific discovery was made following the withdrawal of Israeli occupation forces (IOF) from the Khan Yunis area, after which three mass graves were found in the courtyard of the hospital complex.

At least 392 decomposing corpses have been recovered from the three mass graves so far, with only a fraction having been identified at the time of publishing.

Meanwhile, the spokesperson for the United Nations Secretary General, Stephane Dujarric, told Al-Jazeera News that while the international organization is collecting information on the mass graves, a mandate from the UN's legislative body would be required before evidence could be taken into custody.

“We’ve called for an international investigation. How that will take place? It’s unclear at this time. There are certain parts of this organisation that have the authority to do that,” Dujarric said.

“In the meantime, it’s important that all forensic evidence be well preserved,” Dujarric added.

The horrific discovery of the three mass graves is only the start, large numbers of the recovered bodies show signs of torture, reports say that 10 bodies had their hands bound, while at least 20 of the bodies showed signs they were buried alive, according the findings of a preliminary investigation.

While the international community has showed disgust and horror at the discovery, human rights organizations are calling on the Israeli occupation to allow investigators into the Gaza Strip.

In comments published on Al-Jazeera News, Donatella Rovera, a senior advisor with Amnesty International said, “the expertise, the skills, the resources – such as the ability to carry out DNA tests – none of that is available [in Gaza], and to make matters worse, there is the constant bombardment."

“Where there is evidence of a crime committed yesterday, it may be destroyed by a bombardment committed today,” she added.

According to Amnesty International, human rights investigators haven't been allowed into Gaza for many years.

“Something can be done immediately. That is for the Israeli authorities to allow independent investigators in immediately. If they have nothing to hide, they should have no reason in preventing them getting into Gaza,” Rovera concluded.

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SIGN: Stop the Sept. 24 Execution of Marcellus Williams, an Innocent Man

Marcellus Williams is scheduled to be executed on Sept. 24 for a crime DNA proves he did not commit. The St. Louis County prosecuting attorney reviewed these DNA results and filed a motion to vacate Mr. Williams’ conviction because he believed the DNA results proved by clear and convincing evidence that Mr. Williams did not commit this crime. Although the circuit court has not yet scheduled a hearing to address this motion — and no court has ever considered the new exculpatory evidence — the Missouri Supreme Court set an execution date for Mr. Williams.

DNA clears Marcellus Williams of murder. Why is Missouri hell-bent on killing him? | Opinion

It is so easy to schedule an execution for an innocent man on death row. And it is incredibly hard, under the law in place in so much of the United States, to reopen the case of a person who has shown powerful evidence of innocence. Even DNA evidence of innocence is no surefire ticket to freedom. The case of Marcellus Williams is a chilling reminder that decades into the era of modern post-conviction DNA testing, exonerations and innocence projects — an innocence revolution — some attorneys general and judges would rather execute the innocent than admit error. The Missouri Supreme Court has set a Sept. 24 execution date in Williams’ case. Yet, post-conviction DNA tests show that Williams did not commit the crime.

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Marcellus Williams’ case has the same flaws as the cases of those already exonerated by DNA. In 1998, a former St. Louis Post-Dispatch reporter was stabbed to death in her home. Years later, independent labs performed DNA tests on the knife used as the murder weapon. The tests cleared Williams as the source of the male DNA found on that knife. And like in so many cases, the DNA test excluding the person highlighted how little evidence had been presented at Williams’ trial. The perpetrator had left other forensic evidence at the scene, including a bloody shoe print and hairs. Williams was excluded as the source of all those items. How could he even be convicted, much less sentenced to death in the first place? The only evidence of guilt came from two shady informants, who had been rewarded with promises of leniency and money, and who claimed at trial that Williams had confessed to them.

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Thinking about how a frighteningly high proportion of forensic methods that have been or are currently getting used for criminal investigation are just junk science.

Torture doesn't work Trials by ordeal don't work Witness testimonies are unreliable Mediumship and divination don't work Truth serum doesn't work Graphology doesn't work Hypnosis is highly unreliable Recovered-Memory Therapy doesn't work Fingerprints are not always reliable Offender profiling doesn't work Polygraphs (lie detector tests) don't work Autopsies are not always reliable DNA testing is not always reliable

This has rather frightening implications from both ends — the number of people who were condemned on really flimsy evidence, but also the number of murderers who just get away with it, which could well be most of them. The whole myth of the "super-intelligent serial killers" seems to have been invented to hide a much less glamorous reality: that most repeat killers are just otherwise-normal people who escape notice simply because cops don't care or are incompetent.