What I’m reading: Blood Trail, by C.J. Box; Royal Flush, by Rhys Bowen
I promised to share a recap of the second forensics workshop I attended at Pikes Peak Writers Conference. Tom Adair (who’s going to be my guest tomorrow) set up a crime scene for us. Only ‘catch’ – the year was 1875, and we didn’t have all the fancy tools that modern day crime scene investigators use. Except for the most important tool of all—our brains.
In 1875, a lot of information about forensics existed, but there weren’t many practitioners. There was some crude fingerprinting (I reported on that workshop earlier; the post is at my old blog, here) as well as rudimentary tests for blood.
This was another hands-on workshop. The crime scene was a mountain cabin, with the victim sitting slumped over a small table, with a gun by his hand.