Shannon was supposed to be back at home, in bed and asleep. Karl had seen his partner work her way into a state of collapse because she didn’t rest; it wasn’t in her DNA. He was prepared to argue with her on that when he arrived at the crime scene. He could take care of this while Shannon went home. Paul would be happy to see her.
But that all flew from his head when Karl approached the crime scene. The middle of the football field at his school. His former classmates and various family members were gathered at the edge of the field, doing their usual rubbernecking. Karl could see their phones out again. That just made him feel sick. Who would film a dead body?
Shannon was standing over the body, arms folded with a scowl.
“Somehow this bastard wasn’t found until an hour ago.” She grumbl
