Claire had received a call from Jim's parents that morning. They had received a visit from the family liaison officer again, but this time they had brought Jim's possessions with them. As she arrived at their home, she felt a sense of dread. Looking at Jim's things was not on her most wanted list at the moment. It was enough of a struggle just to get through the day with nothing of his to look at. Despite this, she knew that his parents would want her to come. They were also still grieving hard. Their son had been murdered and they would never have the chance to say goodbye. Their last vision of him had been tainted, seen through a glass window on a metal tray, bloated, twisted, bruised and damaged. All their photos of him were ruined now, as that was the image they would now see.
In the living room sat Mairi, holding a box of clear plastic bags.