Cleaning a crime scene

The day I did a crime scene clean-up, I was working for the Greenwood Police Department doing the general cleaning of their building. It was a nice, hot, sunny day, and I was sitting by the pool enjoying it. Around 11 am the phone rang, and the caller ID said it was the police department. My first thought was, "Oh no, what are they going to complain about!". It was the Chief, and he asked if I had ever done a crime scene clean-up. I told him I hadn't but was interested.

He had a friend that was a police officer with Indianapolis Police Department, and his father had committed suicide in his home. The man shot himself in the head, so there was quite a mess to clean up. He asked me how soon I could be there so his friend didn't have to come home to all that horror and blood.

I said I could be there within the hour. So I jumped in the shower, got my bio hazard kit together, called a guy that worked for me to help, and we got there about 11:30 am. We parked in front of the house and there was a hearse in the driveway. They removed the body and gave us the go ahead to start the clean-up.

As I walked into the house, I noticed the ceramic floor tile the man had just installed for his son. It looked great. I thought to myself, alot of love and hard work had gone into that job.

I started on the floor. There was a large pool of blood that looked as if it had already coagulated. I took a large piece of plastic backed paper and soaked up the blood. I then sprayed the area with a germicidal cleaner, got out the Wonder Glove, and cleaned the table where he had been sitting. I noticed a receipt from Lowes where he had bought supplies for the tile job he had just finished.

The rest of the room wasn't that bad. The Wonder Glove did a great job on the table, walls, and chairs. This man had finished the tile job, and I guess he was just finished too. How could such a terrible thing happen on what started out to be a nice, hot, sunny day?