It is 9am on a Sunday and Liz is making an attempt to determine who did it. Particularly: who killed this man splayed throughout the ground? In her day job Liz is a therapeutic massage therapist, however in the present day she is a murder detective—or moderately she is cosplaying one. Carrying blue latex gloves she prods a blood-soaked model by her ft, a part of a crime-scene simulation at CrimeCon, a conference for true-crime followers. Liz got here to be taught from the specialists. They begin with the fundamentals: it’s blood spatter, not splatter.
At CrimeCon there are panels on matters starting from sextortion to forensic entomology (“beetles feed on dry stays”, “moths aren’t predacious”). There are classes devoted to well-known chilly instances and meet-and-greets with authors and podcasters. There may be merch on the market: pepper spray, stun weapons, cocktail covers to protect towards date rape. And there are many different lovers to befriend. “It’s not a celebration of crime, it’s a studying of crime,” says Liz’s pal. Besides everybody does appear to be having an excellent time.
