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door and noticed that the door didn’t even close all the way. Yep, just as I thought. No forced entry here. Stepping inside the hallway he spied a row of mail slots for each apartment on the right hand wall. On the left, Jen’s apartment door. Just beyond Jen’s door, hugging the wall on the left were stairs going up. And on the right was a walkway with a left turn leading to stairs going down. Hmm…down we go to do some laundry. With every other step, he snapped some more pictures so that he could recreate the scene later without returning to the actual apartment. This new digital camera Zee got me for Christmas is awesome.
    Seth made his way down the stairs to the laundry room. The downstairs was kind of dim and musky with damp air. The lights on the ceiling all worked, but it took a bit of time for his eyes to adjust. At the bottom of the steps to the left was the laundry room. The door looked like an old 7-Eleven front door, all glass with the single metal bar across the middle on both sides. The door only opened going into the laundry room. Kind of an inconvenience with your arms full of a laundry basket. Inside the laundry room it seemed kind of standard for this college town apartment: three washers on the right wall and three dryers on the left wall. As he continued to click away on the camera he remembered his notes. Jen was man-handled back there, back at the second and third dryer. Walking up to the third dryer Seth swapped the camera for the fingerprinting kit in his jacket pocket.
    Now standing in front of the dryer Seth began looking for areas that might have been touched by sir fuck-face. Oh well, let’s get to it. Seth started dusting the tops and the front of dryer two and three, and just for shits and giggles, he covered the first dryer with lycopodium powder, and twisted the shit out of the sirchie fiberglass brush until his knuckles started to crack. He brought his face down closer, and looked for anything present, only to find not a single fucking trace of skin oils anywhere. What the fuck? In an apartment building with half a dozen or more people living here, I get nothing?!? Seth stepped back for a second. In the horrific, tragic attack that Jen went through, could she have confused washers with dryers? Turning around, Seth stared at the washers now, cracking his fingers and wiggling his wrist. Fuck it. He decided to start on washer three and work his way back to the damn door.
    I’m going to dust the fucking out of this place if I have too. He covered the tops and front side of the machines with the powder; and again, not a single fucking print. Was this douche-nugget wearing gloves? No no, Jen described his hands. She knew that he was a white guy based off of them. I’m not even getting a print from Jen down here. Seth was determined to find a print and began dusting the stair railing all the way to the front door. Near the top of the steps Seth found a couple of prints, not great ones but there were prints. And on the outside of Jen’s living room window Seth gathered a few as well. There was no bedroom window because of the connecting buildings. Tomorrow, I’ll begin running these prints I got… on second thought… fuck tomorrow. Walking back to the car, Seth pulled out his phone to call the precinct and noticed the time. Damn its 5:30 already.
    “Precin…..” Ashley started. Seth cut her off before she could even get the first word out.
    “Ashley, its Seth, did you hear anything back from the hospital yet?”
    “Nope, not yet.” Ashley purred, relaxing to the sound of Seth’s voice.
    “Are the guys from the records and the lab tech boys still there?”
    “Yep, those guys don’t seem to ever leave. They’re back there.” Ashley said in a slightly more business tone.
    “Great, let them know I’m on the way back to the station and that I have some prints I want them to run.” Seth directed, while opening the trunk of the car and tossing the print kit back.
    “Thanks