Mark shrugged but pocketed the earring anyway. He found it so close to the spot where the butcher fell that Mark felt it had to have something to do with him. Besides, everything at a crime scene was significant. Until it wasn’t.
“He must’ve stopped here to wander off the road,” Mia said circumventing the police tape to follow the path she was narrating. The road was bordered by a narrow strip of rougher terrain, less than two meters wide. This then broke off into a steep fall down to the bottom of the ravine.
The man must’ve needed to take a leak, Mark thought but didn’t voice it.
“And this is a popular trail around here?” he asked.
“Yes, though not the most popular. I go for runs here, since it’s usually empty,” Mia replied. “It’s a good place to come if you want to be alone.”
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