Michelle
I stood in front of my office, it was normally very quiet. Rain fell steadily, accompanied by the sound of sirens and the clicking of cameras in the distance. There was a ringing in my ears, further dampening the sounds, but I could still hear them—the sirens. I could still see it: the body covered by the white cloth. The rain had caused the cloth to cling to the body, giving me a rather perfect view of it.
Blood had been flowing there long before the rain started. In fact, I was unable to get my mind off the body. I was still dazed, the sight of the blood fresh in my memory, and the smell—so much like iron—lingered in the air. The blood had now flowed away, entering the gutters beneath the sidewalk. Small, white police tags were placed in different areas to mark evidence—evide
