on, and to just disappear with no trace of not talking to anyone, it was unlike her. >> so, gatlin looked up at lauren's front door, second floor, left side. nothing seemed amiss. out front, a garbage truck lumbered up, but blocked by the police cars, was unable to empty the complex's trash cans. the truck moved on. by then, lieutenant gatlin was in the apartment looking around. >> it just looked like somebody walked out and shut the door. >> puzzling. the day was hot already. a humid breeze scutted across the yard. >> when we started coming down the stairs here, that's when the wind kind of hits you in the face, and you could smell something. you could smell a foul odor. >> a recognizable foul odor. >> pretty much. >> that was a smell lieutenant gatlin was all too familiar with. he followed his nose to one of the trash bins outside the apartment. >> we open it up, looked in there, and i saw two trash bags.