| One of those Days | Coke Massacre | ||||
She looked at them quickly, and almost automatically said, “This is only preliminary, don’t quote me on this. You’ll get a full report in a day or two.”
“Yeah, Yeah we get it”, the married detective replied. “Just give us something to go on, a direction.”
“Interesting,” she mumbled to herself leafing through the photos.
“What?” both detectives blurted.
“First of all, need to get the photographer to place the measure consistently. If only to avoid parallax, it would make the interpretation of these things easier. Second, look at the different ways each of these cans exploded.”
They leaned over her, actually looking at the photos.
“This one failed at the top of the can,” she said pointing at the cherry vanilla can.

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