RHETT
I stood at the edge of the river bed, my skin prickling with unease as I watched the investigators and medics diligently working around me. The atmosphere was heavy with a mix of grief. Danny, lay motionless on the ground, covered by a plastic bag.
I had received a distressing call, the news of Danny’s murder reaching my ears with a chilling urgency. Without hesitation, I had rushed to the crime scene, my instincts roaring within me, demanding answers. What I found was beyond comprehension. The brutality inflicted upon Danny was a sight that would haunt me for days to come.
As I stood there, my gaze fixated on the plastic bag containing Danny’s lifeless form, an investigator approached me, breaking through the shroud of silence. His presence exuded professionalism, but the lines o
