What can YOU say in six sentences?
At a certain angle, the lights of the city reflect themselves in the gathering puddle of blood beneath the young man, head turned to the side, as if he's listening to the earth rotate, his eyes wide and unblinking.
It is half-past midnight, extremely early morning.
The ambulance is far too late, though someone was thoughtful enough to call Homicide; the detectives stand around, cups of coffee in their hands, waiting for the ME to arrive.
It's the forty-fourth murder in a city that easily clears three-hundred a year.
The killer left few clues, the detectives can tell from here, while the victim has little left to clue them into what his life was like before the bullet or bullets caught him unaware; someone has stripped the body of shirt, shoes and socks.
Who would take a dead man's socks?