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Character Portrait: Jett Ryder Character Portrait: Katherine DeLise
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There didn't seem to be anything that stood out about the victim. Katherine ran her hand over the black dress, feeling for anything hidden by the folds of the fabric. Nothing. She chewed her tongue, a habit of hers when she was categorizing stimuli in her thoughts, and was just about to look at the knife wound when someone crouched beside her.

She tilted her head to examine the intruder, her hair falling as she did. She recognized him immediately, even before his introduction, as her new superior: Jett Ryder. He was perhaps a few years older than her, though still very handsome and youthful in complexion. He had sharp green eyes that now looked at the body before them. There was a cool confidence about him that cast a frown over her lips. She'd never liked authority figures.

"That's correct," she confirmed, returning her attention to the victim. "You may have heard me referred to as Kat or Kitty in your debriefing concerning my transfer. Despite what you heard, please call me Katherine." She wanted his respect. Both nicknames made her feel lower in status, and that was the last way she wanted to be feeling in the new environment.

Katherine icily refocused her attention on the body. She didn't like people getting in the way of her examinations, but now it couldn't be helped. After peeling back the ripped section of the dress, carefully so not to disturb the wound, she eyed the point of entry. "Likely a smooth blade," she noted aloud, "with an irregularly shaped hilt, judging by the tear in the flesh and the sub-dermal bruising. Length unknown at this point, but it's likely a switchblade or something similar."

Her interest in the body decreased exponentially after examining the wound. She stood, glancing once more at Jett. "We should check her bank statements, medical files, and insurance; any one of those may provide a clue into the reason behind her murder. I'm sure there isn't any evidence of the hitman, so it's likely better that we start there and work from motive to murderer."

The medical examiner and an ambulance had arrived and two gentlemen were walking towards them. One was young, likely an intern, and trailed behind the older gentleman like a puppy. The other man was a silver fox, his eyes dark and excited.

"You must be Katherine," he greeted. She de-gloved her hands and held one out for him, which he grasped and kissed. "My name is Dr. Warren Gray. I'm the chief medical examiner for your team."

"It's a pleasure," Katherine smiled.

"This is Morgan Johnson, my assistant," Dr. Gray continued, though his eyes had moved on to Jett. "Good to see you again, Jett," he added cheerily. "Perhaps not, however, given the circumstances of our meetings."

"Dr. Gray," Katherine spoke back up, still smiling warmly. "I'd like you to check if she had any sexual relations within the last hour or so of her death, if you could."

The doctor cocked his head to the side. "It isn't part of the assassin's MO to--."

"No, I'm aware," she cut in. "Only, if I were off to meet a partner of mine, I'd wear a pair of shoes like that. The only other place nude platform heels are worn are at weddings or clubs, so there are a number of possibilities we can strike out."