He finds it ironic that he is where he is. Seven years ago, he was in in a place exactly like it The only difference is that Crosetti had been his partner then and Sheppard is his partner now.
The alley is dark. Luke Ryland's body is at the start of it; the beams of two flashlights bounce off the buildings on either side. He and Sheppard must find what crime scene techs and medical examiners could not. But their killer had known what he was doing. And he hast he distinct feeling that there is nothing to be found.
Sheppard's voice breaks into his thoughts at this point…something about the flaws of their job. He listens half-heartedly for a moment before shining his flashlight in her direction. She blinks, startled, but expecting an answer. He mulls it over for a few seconds before turning away and giving her one.
"That's the problem with this job," he tells her as they walk. "It ain't got nothing to do with life."
A/N: Damn, am I on an Homicide kick or what? Not that I'm complaining. I love H:LOTS just as much as the next person, but...sigh. And now that I'm done rambling, H:LOTS isn't mine.
