The confirmation of the woman's death had turned a somewhat pleasant day into a stressful, particularly gruesome nightmare. Not that Aidan really had all too much to complain about; being called to crime scenes at inopportune times of the day was in the job description.
When he pulled up to the home of the deceased in his '87 Ford, nothing seemed to be out of place, not unless you took into account the multiple police cars scattered about, the flashing lights of the ambulence and ribbons of neon 'do not cross' tape. Which he didn't.
Ducking under the strips of yellow, he joined a small group of his fellow officers in uniform. The cop on his right aknowledged Aidan's presence with a small glance; he looked too weary for anything else. Aidan himself wasn't too far from 'weary' either, this was the third murder in a week and the extra hours were starting to add up. The man on his left, however, had a look of indifference on his face.
" Another one of those whores, probably," the man said in equally impassive tones.
A third member of the group looked frustrated.
"Theres absolutley nothing," he muttered, shaking his head in disgust. "No evidence, no anything."
Aidan sighed, assuming the man to be overreacting, the angered crime scene investegator standing opposite him usually was. The weary man to Aidan's right took on a look of, if it was possible, further stress.
"I hope you're exaggerating, John"
"How can there be nothin'?" Aidan asked, raising an eyebrow questioningly. The fourth member, silent until then, looked at Aidan and shrugged.
"Theres nothing, Aidan. Nothing has been tampered with, no sigh that this was really even a murder. If you don't belive us, go have a look for yourself. Theres nothing"
The indifferent man took a ciggarette from his pocket and lit it, the tip glowing bright agianst the dreary and grey atmosphere. Smoke drifted from the tip and blended in with the haze of New York City.
" Shame we can't call this a suicide and be done with this damned thing."
Aidan rolled his eyes, ignoring the man. " Whose got the investigation for this one?"
" You," the weary man said, giving a hint of a small, ironic smile. Aidan's tanned features displayed a look of confusion.
" Me? That can't be right. Who else, Anthony?"
" John and myself have also been assigned. We're supposed to get more, be we both no thats not gonna happen, with funds being the way they are."
Aidan gave another sigh, "Is the body still inside."
"No," said the indifferent man. "They got her in the ambulance not long before you got here. Meds thought there might be life in her."
John, with a bitter tone highlighting his disgruntled mood, simply stated, "They were obviously wrong."