RAIN WAS A THICK CURTAIN of obscuring moisture, running into her eyes and plastering her hair in ribbons over her cheeks and mouth. She shoved hair out of her face and tried to ignore the water splashing up around her ankles, soaking her shoes.
The wall she was pressed against smelled like wet brick. A small dog yapped in the distance, its frantic barking muffled by some kind of enclosure.
The sirens had stopped, the last ambulance having returned with its grisly burden to the nearest hospital and, most likely morgue. With a thunderstorm creating a growling counterpoint to the activity, the sirens lent the stormy night an additional layer of drama that made her nerves fizzle beneath her skin.
Her head throbbed and she reached up, feeling her skull where a large goose egg told the story
