Chapter Sixty Nine
Yellow crime scene tape, red, blue, red and blue lights strobed on patrol cars, as tired cops, a square boxed ambulance, crime scene ghouls, a mortician and one burnt out Hispanic Lieutenant in a rumpled suit, stood in the icy alley, gawking at the latest corpse that appeared to have fallen from the sky.
Of course it was very different than the others they had been collecting through the past months, which did nothing to quell the blast furnace firing through Lieutenant Victor Garcia’s brain.
Last to arrive, he exited his cold sedan, fluffed the collar of his trench coat along his chilled neck, moved down the alley and under the yellow tape, simply stalled staring at the corpse, covered in a tarp.
Crushing his fingers into his tired eyes, he looked out over the eerie
