Shai's POV
The day was beautiful. The temperature hovered around seventy-five and a light breeze swept the grounds. The sky was a dazzling blue and not a cloud could be seen. The day would've been perfect for hiking, reading in the shade, walks around campus, friendly games of soccer(sorry, football), anything would've been better than this.
I stood inches away from the yellow police tape, people were shuffling all around me, occasionally knocking into me, but I noticed none of it. My eyes and all my attention was locked onto one thing.
The girl was petite, short and skinny. Her auburn hair was fanned out like a halo around her head, her skin was as pale as snow, and her lips were a violent shade of blue. She was wearing the standard uniform for girls at the Ra Academy. And there was blood everywhere.
The sight made me slightly sick, I closed my eyes and turned my back to the crime scene. I wove my way to the outer throngs of the crowd, where I met up with Ethan Miller. I must've still looked sick because the second he saw me he tensed up. "It's bad isn't it?" He asked when I came to stand next to him. I nodded.
"It's Elizabeth." I said quietly. Ethan turned to face me, "Elizabeth Castor?" I nodded again. He let out a heavy breath.
There wasn't much more to say after that, not that I gave him a chance. I spotted a man slip underneath the tape and he started to head towards the black coroner van. I grabbed Ethan's hand and pulled him along with me. We intercepted the techie before he could get in the van.
"Can I help you kids?" He asked rather harshly. I wasted no time, "We want to know what killed Elizabeth." He said nothing. I was about to repeat the question when Ethan nudged my arm, and motioned to the name sewn on the techie's jacket. P. Kersaw
P. Was a rather tall and gangly kid. He didn't look to be any older than maybe 25, he had frizzy red hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was almost as pale as Elizabeth's was.
"My dad's worked with him, he said this guy's pretty unpleasant." Unfortunately Kersaw heard that. "Hey! Who's your dad?" Before Ethan could reply a much more welcome voice entered the mix. "That would be me." Eddie Miller came up next to Kersaw, who was scowling.
Eddie was a homicide detective, and a good one too. It was no surprise that he was working the case.
"So," Eddie said, turning his attention back to Ethan and me. "Is there a reason that you guys are bugging the coroner?"
"We want to know how Elizabeth died." Kersaw gave me a level look, then he turned to Eddie. "That's classified information, we aren't allowed to just hand that out." Eddie put up a silencing hand and Kersaw huffed angrily.
Eddie also eyed us slightly suspiciously, he after all knew us a lot better than Kersaw did. Sensing hesitation Ethan spoke up, "We just want to know if she suffered, Elizabeth was a friend." Another moment of tense silence. "Listen," Eddie said finally, " We don't know how she died." Kersaw threw his hands up in frustration and swore loudly before shoving passed me and Ethan.
"What do you mean you don't know what killed her?" Ethan asked. Eddie shook his head, "That's exactly what I mean, the wounds that caused all the blood weren't fatal, she didn't die of blood loss, or blunt force trauma, we're going to start drug screening soon." He turned to walk away, but he stopped, turned again and stood in front of us. "You're not going to get involved in this, understand?" We both nodded. He studied us for a second longer than he took off again.
"We are going to get involved, right?" Ethan asked me.
"Of course we are." I answered.
I will find out who did this. I vowed as the coroner and a few beat cops loaded Elizabeth's body into the coroner van. The doors slammed shut and the van took off.