~Dylan~
Aiden and I hover over the dead body of a young girl, brunette, twenty-six years of age and heart wrenching beautiful. She lay on the couch, her eyes wide open with her arms stretched out in front of her, a single straight line marring her otherwise pale neck. The couch is soaking with her blood that has managed to drip all over the floor. She looks ghastly from all the loss of blood, it has me sick to the stomach. Turning away from the rush of camera flashes and the forensic experts running around the house, I walk out of these scenes to take a breather. Lighting up a cigarette, I sincerely pray that these images don’t keep me up at night, because the last thing I need as an agent in a sleepless night. Soon enough, Aiden is leaning against the car next to me, his hand reaching
