Post by Daniel Royce on Mar 6, 2010 15:50:13 GMT -5
Daniel stood in front of the cathedral, looking at the scene. The dead woman lay on the steps, her feet higher up than her head. She must have been standing on them and fallen backward, toward the bottom. He hadn't looked yet, so he didn't know the C.O.D., but the fall alone could have killed her if her head had hit the steps hard enough.
He walked up to the scene now from the inside of the perimeter of yellow tape surrounding the scene. He came to stand next to the body and stared down at her face. "So, Miss Vasquez, what is your story?" Of course couldn't answer him, but that didn't say he wouldn't find out. That was, after all, what he was here to do.
He walked up to the scene now from the inside of the perimeter of yellow tape surrounding the scene. He came to stand next to the body and stared down at her face. "So, Miss Vasquez, what is your story?" Of course couldn't answer him, but that didn't say he wouldn't find out. That was, after all, what he was here to do.
