“I did,” the officer said.
“Did the deceased drop from the sky, Preston?”
Mike glanced sideways at his partner.
“No, sir.” McAfee looked down at his feet.
Ron stood facing the tape, and then looked back along the alley to the street, his hands down at his side. He looked back at the young uniform.
“I’m assuming, then, Preston, that this whole laneway has been contaminated. Get the sergeant to assign somebody to tape off the top of this alley, right where it meets the road. And get the sergeant to have someone tape off the bottom of the alley,” he pointed, “over there where that bottle-collector just went. When the officer tapes off the top of the alley, get him to determine which is the least contaminated route in and out of the scene and tape off a path. Unless you need a sergeant to
