Coroner

The victim lay motionless in a pool of blood.

The killer picked up his hat and opened the case, extracting his sharp surgical instruments.

He knelt beside the corpse, the scalpel reflecting the dying light.

He mentally calculated the time remaining before the policeman passed his beat: ten minutes to complete his work.

The blades sank into the flesh, tearing and severing with clinical precision. Muscles, tendons, organs? Everything was dissected and extracted with frenzy.

By the time the officer's shadow was cast around the corner, the killer was finished.

All that remained was a lump covered in scattered viscera.