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asked as he dropped the plastic cup into the bin.
    'It's too early to give you a definite, but there were no signs of violence on either body, so it seems likely.'
    'What about number three?' Lasser asked.
    'Bit of an odd one, there’s no sign that she was attacked and as far as I can tell, no needle marks either.'
    'So how did she die?'
    'I'm working on it.' Shannon explained.
    Lasser took a sip from the plastic cup. 'That still doesn't explain what they were doing in the water.'
    'Yes well, I can tell you that the blonde female died about eight to twelve days ago, the male has been dead for about three to four months. The lady with the dark hair, somewhere in between.'
    Bannister pursed his lips. 'So, they were dumped there?'
    Shannon nodded. 'I'd say the girl was seventeen possibly eighteen years old, the man was well into his forties and his liver shows signs of alcohol abuse, the other one was probably thirty to thirty five years of age.'
    'What about the drugs, do you have any idea what they were using?'
    'I've sent samples off to toxicology; they should have the results by tomorrow morning.'
    'Birth marks?' Lasser asked.
    'Nothing obvious, although the man does have the name ‘Shelly’ tattooed on his left buttock.'
    ' Tasteful, ' Bannister shook his head in disgust.
    'Apart from that, he's clean, and before you ask the other two are ink free.'
    Bannister rubbed his hands together. 'Right, Doc, good job, and when you get the blood results let me know ASAP.'
    'Will do,' Shannon replied before pushing his way through the double doors and vanishing back into the morgue.
    'Right, Lasser, we need to check missing persons, some bugger must be able to put a name to these people.'
    'No problem.'
    Bannister checked his watch. 'Right, I'll call a meeting for eight in the morning and don't be late.'
    'I'll set the alarm.'
    'Make sure you do, Sergeant, or I won't be a happy chappie.'
     
    8
    Lasser opened the front door to the sound of laughter drifting out from the kitchen. Slipping his coat onto the banister, he walked down the short hallway to find Medea standing by the sink, tears running down her cheeks. When she spotted Lasser, she blushed and smiled. 'You're home early.'
    'A quiet day for a change,' he replied before smiling at the woman sitting at the kitchen table. 'You must be Emma,' crossing the room he stuck out his hand. 'Pleased to meet you, love.'
    Emma flapped her hands before rising to her feet and throwing her arms around his neck, he got a waft of alcohol. Medea grinned over at him and then hiccupped.
    'You were right, Med, he's to die for,' Emma beamed, her eyes of pale blue blinked up at him.
    'You should have gone to Specsavers, Emma,' Lasser said with a smile.
    'I'm not pished if that's what you're suggesting?'
    'I...'
    'Medea said you were good looking but I've seen some of the blokes she's been out with and you are a definite improvement.'
    Medea spluttered out a giggle.
    'Glad to hear it.'
    Emma kissed his cheek again and Lasser managed to disentangle himself. 'So, I can guess what you two have been doing all day and I would imagine you're starving, so, who fancies a curry?'
    Both women thrust their hands into the air like know-all schoolgirls desperate to be the teacher's pet. When their eyes met, they both broke into gales of uncontrollable laughter. Lasser went in search of the takeaway menu.
     
    Two hours later, they were sitting in the lounge with the radio on low, Lasser sat in the bouncy chair from IKEA, Medea and Emma were lounging on the sofa both wrapped in matching fluffy bathrobes.
    Emma slid a strand of damp hair behind her left ear, 'I can't remember the last time I drank so much.'
    Medea yawned and nodded. 'I know what you mean.'
    Kicking off his shoes, Lasser slid his feet onto the coffee table. 'You'll pay for it in the morning that's for sure,' he said as he sipped at his can of Coke.
    'Medea tells me you're a detective?'
    'For my sins.'
    'It must be cool chasing the bad