Approximately 20 minutes later; Officer Alan Smith was standing over the late Owen Hill’s corpse and his slain employees.
The whole penthouse had a certain looming despondency wafting in its aura. No one was talking.
A snap from a camera here was interspersed with a cough there as forensics carried on sweeping the entire area for clues that would get them closer to the perpetrator. So far, they hadn’t progressed much. There wasn’t much evidence that could be further pursued.
Officer Alan Smith took some time to let the despondency wash over him as he studied the scene. He barely perceived Agent Tamara Cummings walking towards him.
She cleared her throat, jolting him back to reality. Without any further wasting of time, Officer Alan Smith delved into the matter, “What do we have, Tammy?
