Well what were you expecting?

"Well, what were you expecting inspector?" Asked the forensic team member. "Not this" replied the inspector, "good luck" says the inspector as he walks away from the forensic team and the splattered remains of what used to be a person.l, now smeared and mushed all over the thick lush carpet of the hotel room. The inspector went to the front area of the room to speak with other inspectors on site while Terry kept at her meticulous work or marking and taking photos of all the evidence. "Good luck, psshh, as if." Terry mumbled to herself. Thinking she doesn't need luck to do this job, science will tell them all they need to know in the end. Mr. Inspector just needs to get it right for once and stop saying things like good luck. It's the science that wins it in the end, always the science.