Calleigh pov

When I had first gotten the call that said there was another murder, my heart sank. Why do people just not murder others? It doesn't really fix their problems at all.

I examined the crime scene, taking in all I could.

The body was lying flat on the ground on his back. The cause of death was clean. Shot to the head, straight through.

I stood and walked towards the door to talk to the witness account. He said. "Like I said, all I saw and heard was a gun shot, and next not a second later, a boy burst through the door and down the hall. He looked to be about 6 years old, with dark brown, almost black, hair in a ponytail. I didn't see his eyes because of the glare from his glasses."

I heard Walter reply, "are you sure you can't remember anything else?"

I listened as Walter continued to question other witnesses.

This going to be a long day.