Chapter 2

(McKenna Key)

'Another murder' I sighed, sweeping myself through the crowd, which whispered about the scandalous death that had occurred in the local park. A man and a young woman were killed in a tent whilst camping.

'Seriously, what is up with Los Angeles and all these murders? Well, it certainly keeps me in business,' I thought.

I was a prosecutor, at the peak of my career. I wasn't taking this case, but I did take some interest in it. I intended to investigate it, and find a satisfactory answer for myself.

I entered the crime scene with ease, nobody noticing me.

The inside of the tent was bloody, very bloody. It seemed that the man was killed in the tent. But the girl was dragged outside. I wondered why. Was there more of a struggle between the killer and the girl? No, I found that hard to believe, since the girl was probably around fourteen.

A girl with black curly hair tied in a side ponytail walked onto the scene, along with Gumshoe. A new detective, I figured. A change in the norm was always refreshing, and she had a youthful visage that was pleasing to look at. She checked the body with bright green eyes, and soon went to the surrounding area to look for clues. I decided to look at the girl's body. Why were they both murdered? And it seemed like such a brutal murder, too.

A gunshot rang out, and I cringed. Another murder? So soon? And so close to the police.

I may have been jumping to conclusions, but I couldn't be too careful. Stuff like this usually happened wherever I was, me being a prosecutor and all.

Gumshoe went to go see what happened immediately, and notified the chief of police that no one was hurt. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Apparently, it was just the new detective girl trying to contact Gumshoe quickly and effectively. I internally laughed at her behavior, even though nobody on the scene seemed terribly amused. The detectives returned with a little boy, and questioned him.

I was studying the man's mangled body when a whimsical voice, a voice that belonged in a dream, interrupted my observations.

" I'm sorry, but this is a crime scene. Please leave this to the professionals, miss," the voice said.

I turned to the source of the dream-like voice and saw that it was the female detective. I pointed to myself in shock. She nodded.

" Yes, I'm talking to you. The only other person in here is the victim," she stated.

But I was a victim as well...

I quickly signed to her, ' You can see me? How can you see me?'

I'm not entirely sure why I assumed she knew sign language, but thankfully, she did.

' Because you're standing right there. My name is Destiny Wayfinder, and I'm a detective," Destiny signed.

I blinked, then sighed in defeat. This girl really was something.

' I'm McKenna Key. And I'm dead,'