this morning #1550.
this morning, just as i was about to wrap up my work at the scene of the husband’s murder, i got another call. another body. this time, a business owner found it stuffed in a dumpster behind his building. all i knew was it was a white guy in a suit. no ID. my instinct told me it had to be related. in my two years as detective, i hadn’t had to handle a single murder. now it looks like i’ve got two on my hands. on the drive to the scene, it dawned on me. THE ATTORNEY. he’s not returning my calls because he’s stuffed in a dumpster. motherfucker. swift payback from some dangerous people unhappy with whatever’s going on with the guns. that has to be it. again, i hadn’t moved quick enough.