"I'm more uncomfortable around exes" Mae said with a smirk. Ignoring the Philip who was looking at her. Mae had dumped him, he found dead bodies more interesting than her, and that was the end of it. While he really was a nice guy. But there was no future between those two. 

"I just gave a big imagination, or a big fantasy. How ever you want to call it" she laughed a little. Looking at the corpses that were still covered by a blanket. "Perhaps I watched too many movies" she shrugged. "I'll survive. Maybe I'll get over it one day" she smiled and looked at the faces of the death man. Their eyes were closed -- and they better stayed close too. 

When Mae noticed he was examining the bodies. She stayed quiet. Maybe he found it better that she kept her mouth shut while his brains were working hard. She opened her mouth to say something, but then her mouth closed again. Maybe it was better to say nothing. 

She quietly and carefully looked over the bodies. Examining the bodies, and in her other hand the files over the body that had all the information in them from the autopsy. At first sight there didn't seem anything out of the ordinary. So she slowly walked passed the corpse, one by one for a few times. 

"This one is missing a ring, but there is no ring. Nor in his files" she pointed at the ring finger of one of the victims. Why would this guy take his ring off, or why was it taken off? Could it be a woman? A theory popped up in her head, but she kept quiet. 

Mae had rubber gloves on her hands, touching some of the victims as she had a closer look. 

"Sherlock...." Her eyes looked up to him. Expecting him to shush at her. "I hate to disturb you but..." She swallowed. "It looks like something is stuck in this wound. Something small" she said. Giving him an opportunity to find it, so she didn't had to go around picking in a wound. 

"The other one... I'm not sure if he died by his wounds or what the killer did to him" she said quietly. Closing the flies that she had in her hand. "His wounds aren't that heavy as this guy. "He's already pretty old -- 57, he could have died by a heart attack because the wounds and the pain got him too much?" She moved her shoulders up and down. Something seemed off. "Just a suggestion" she added quickly. 

"What do you think?" She asked quickly.