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Dias walked across the busy street, carefully avoiding becoming road kill by a Semi.
He crossed into an ally, which served him as a short-cut when he was running late to get to the office. He was immune to the stench of the garbage that was littered on the sides of the two buildings, and also immune to when the people on the higher floor became tired and threw the garbage out the window, but this order...awww! It smelled like...rotting flesh?
It was then when he saw a red...hand? What was a red hand doing- It came upon him the answer. Blood. A bloody hand.
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Elliot looked down at the bloody body. He had been here for about a week, just enough time for the maggots to find their way to their feast.
It was female, maybe twenty to twenty-five. They had to move thirty pounds worth of garbage bags before they could even see the head, if you could call it a head.
They assumed that someone had taken a shotgun and fired at her from about a hundred yards, or it was a birth defect.
"They're a-"
"Nope, not fingers print or trace of blood other than her own on there. And she was shot by a twelve gauge shotgun. It was closer than we estimated, though. Fifty yards- roughly. See that metal shining there?" Olivia pointing to small, shining pieces of metal in the victims head.
The pellets were half and inch into the victims head. They had barley brook through the skull.
"Cause of death: shotgun."
"Hey, guys!" Jeffries called, carrying a bag with a small plastic object in it. "I found this shotgun shell at the entrance of the ally." She pointed behind her.
"Oh, my God," said Elliot suddenly, heaving a huge garbage bag over into the middle of the ally.
There lay another dead body, a young male, with the tip of a shotgun inside his mouth, and his finger still around the trigger.
"One homicide, one suicide." muttered Olivia.