She then Hardcore Sex takes a few moments to carefully tie the white string of the toe tag around Saema’s big toe, the nail of which was glistening in the sunlight coming through the nearby window. The girl’s well-manicured hands were then folded over her chest as a nearby stretcher was brought next to the bed, a black body bag unzipped and waiting on top. With one detective grabbing her by the feet and another getting her at the shoulders, Saema was lifted and slid over into the plastic bag. A couple final photos were taken and then the bag was zipped up, the only thing exposed being a small hole through which the tips of her toes could be seen, the toe tag moved to dangle outside the bag for the purposes of quick identification while her corpse was in transit to and awaiting processing at the county coroner’s office. As her body-bagged corpse was wheeled out into the hallway, residents of the apartment stood looking on, wondering what had happened. The apartment was in a nice part of the city and crime, while not unheard of, was pretty low around the building, so the supposed-murder of a young girl was concerning. People would also be concerned about there being a rapist on the loose too. Many of them murmured amongst themselves as the stretcher was brought down the hall, carefully taken down a couple flights of stairs, and then wheeled outside to where the coroner’s van was. Local reporters for the newspapers and regional news outlets were already on the scene, the death of a young, middle class woman being very newsworthy, taking pictures and trying to get the investigators and detectives to answer their questions. Saema’s black bag may have kept her hidden from their lenses, but a couple of them would manage to zoom in far enough on the toe tag hanging out of the bag to figure out who she was. After the doors of the van were opened, the techs who were wheeling her outside grab at a plastic handle on the top and foot of the body bag and swing it unceremoniously into the back of the vehicle. Saema was dead, after all, so what did a little roughness matter to her? As the lead investigator from the Medical Examiner’s Office walked up, she snapped her gloves off and took her face mask off as well. She was shorter, around 5’3”, with long brown hair and brown eyes. “I’m gonna finish up here, grab a bite, and then meet you guys at the morgue. Think we’ve got a couple more stiffs just brought in too,” she says, checking through a couple quick texts from the lead technician on duty. “Should be an interesting couple of days.” After the doors were shut, she banged on them twice with her fist and the driver nodded, putting the van in drive, and leaving the scene. 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