In front of him, his current workload had him excited.
The two boxes of remains were sitting on his table, and both Tony and Jaxon were about to dig in and start analyzing them. There was no way they could drop the ball on this.
Or would he want to.
This was a mystery, and to be an anthropologist, you had to really love mysteries.
Now, the scans were complete, and Tony knew that unless they figured out who these individuals were, Elizabeth would be flying blind.
That was the last thing she wanted.
Truth be told, everyone was scared.
And with good reason.
If people were dying, while in lockdown, there was no way to protect them from this lunatic. If this killer was smarter than Elizabeth, they were all sitting ducks.
And that was freakout worthy.
Also, they were terrified she’d lose it, and crumble, again, leaving them in danger.
“We have both scans done,” Jaxon said, taking off her gloves to use her tablet to enter information.
“Good,” Tony said.
He was working on the male, and his wife had the female skull. Between the two of them, they should be able to figure out identity.
IFthey could access dental records.
It was going to take time, though. That’s why they were running the skulls through one of MATE’S programs. If they could rebuild their faces, they could also run that through the system for a facial match.
The problem?
Even MATE took time.
“Did you see anything other than what Chris told us when he looked at them?” Tony asked his wife.
She shook her head.
“Not really. It’s definitely blunt force trauma that did in the one victim. She definitely died from that,” Jaxon stated. “It won’t be shocking when Chris puts his official stamp on that.”
He was curious.
When he pulled on his micro goggles, Jaxon handed him an arm bone. Then, she explained so he would see what she saw.
“She has a broken arm, and the ribs all on her left side show fractures. It wasn’t just her head that took a hit. It looks like someone hit all of her. Look at the fracture in her femur. That’s one hell of an impact. There is no way she survived anyof this. Where that break is in her leg, that’s the location of the femoral artery.”
He held the woman’s arm in his hand, and examined the cracks.
“It was a left-to-right strike,” Tony said. “It did all of the damage. We can update the search to death by BFT. That might narrow it down. As for age, I’m sticking with my initial assessment. She was in her thirties.”
Jaxon agreed.
“How about yours?” she asked, curiously.
Tony leaned back in his chair.
“Nothing. His are pristine, minus his collarbone. That looks to be remodeled. I’m going to say he broke well, before he died. Remodeling was set before death. That’s all with him. He was a big dude, so maybe sports? I did find residue,” he offered.
