Moser was dead. Sitting on a padded chair in his office, in a state of arrested aggression and with his eyes wide open, he was stabbed with a dagger in the chest - boldly and forcefully; the handle of the dagger was fixed and protruded almost vertically from the left side of his chest. An hour ago, Sakshi had walked into his office and started rambling about how a sample tag wasn't fit to be deciphered because there were bloodstains on the dagger. label. “I don’t even see the autopsy number on the label,” she said, walking in and sitting down in a chair across from Moser’s. She undid her hair, letting her curls fall down her back, and shook her head indignantly. It was then that she suddenly saw Moser's glowing eyes and a dagger across his chest. She let out a continuous burst of screams, her feet glued to the carpet and her body glued to the chair. Moser's tense legs had never looked so frightening and his eyes were bloodshot – angry, frightened and lifeless. The silence of his open mouth was terrifying. Rakesh, an employee, rushed inside on hearing the scream. Reeta and Rupesh, the computer operators sitting closest to Moser's desk, followed him. They were shocked when they saw Moser's corpse and took a while to react. Rakesh stood near Rupesh and suggested calling the police. Rupesh thought for a while, walked out of the room and then took out his mobile. He called David, a dear friend who was a police inspector. "Hello David, there is an urgent matter. The chief medical examiner has been assassinated. What should we do?" » questioned Rupesh. “How do you know it’s murder?” David replied. "You know? There's a knife stuck in his chest!" David muttered something under his breath. "I will be there. It will take me fifteen minutes. I...... middle of paper... ...from the forensic laboratory, Ranbir had taken over the laboratory and it was a difficult job but he knew how to do it. He stretched out in his chair for a moment and closed his eyes 3D fingerprints on a plastic sheet and he had made gloves from the fingerprint sheet and wore them. knife was not as simple as he had thought Once he got this far he felt compelled to finish it until last night he had burned the gloves and deleted the software. 3D fingerprint database from his PC The copy of the fingerprint database was on the hard drive he had connected to the system He didn't feel safe either. on the spot, which could get him in trouble later. Only the matter seemed too simple and it might arouse suspicion, he thought. But maybe that won't happen..........and he smiles.