Jackson's POV I had been working on this homicide case for almost forty-eight hours now. Strenuous work and researching similar reports or anything remotely close to my case was making me exhausted. I had lost countless hours of sleep working around the clock just to try and find a piece of evidence, a witness; who knew more than I did or at least a clue on who done it. The autopsy report had came back on the man and that's where I was heading right now. Hopeful that maybe the pathologist knew anything more than I already did, otherwise this case was on pause; with so little evidence I couldn't move forward in even making a guess at who was the suspect. I wanted this case closed, solved and put to rest in a file cabinet. Though this was the so called 'case of all cases' I wasn't expecting any sort of reward from my team or my boss. I did not want a case like this back in my hands, not to be selfish or to begin to sound like it, I was just over-working myself, putting pressure and stress on top of that and it was starting to overwhelm me. The victim; twenty-three year old Blake Connors, stabbed to death through the heart by a knife. "Such a sad thing to see these young adults go so soon, they had a great life ahead of 'em, huh?" The pathologist, Spencer was a great one, best one in the town. He and I were buddies in primary school and throughout until college when we parted ways. "Yes, Spencer, I do agree. Twenty-three is a bit too early to go but hey, what can you do?" I walked around the examining table looking over Blake. "Say, Spencer, can you tell me about the red lipstick stain on his neck?" I continued. "Not much to say about it, Jack. It's dried up, must've been at least a 12 hour waterproof lipstick, I can't get a DNA test on it, there's no sign of chaffing, it's a perfect stain." He looked at the stain while he spoke, "anything else I can do for you?" "Thanks, Spencer. Don't know what I would do without you, you come in handy at convenient times." Preparing to leave I re-buttoned my trench coat. "You're welcome, Jack. Hopefully I won't see you back here for a while." He shot me a hopeful smile. "It's what we all hope for but it's my job and duty calls. I'll see ya, Spence, take care." I waved, my right hand on the doors handle. He waved goodbye and I walked out.