Here's the second chapter.

Chapter 2

The body of the young woman isn't covered in snow. The traces indicate that she's been dumped here. I can't shake away my past training, so I touch her throat with two of my fingers. There's no pulse. Whit all the blood it's not exactly surprising.

Without stop looking at the body, I open the back door and call: "Tom!"

"Hey Ry, where did you get?" He asks.

I look at him seriously and say: "Tom, call the police. It's urgent. I'll be waiting in the alley."

He's confused, but does as I asked. He's the only person I told I was an officer; so he knows when it's better listening to me.

I get back in the alley, waiting for the cops; fortunately it stopped snowing.

After a few minutes I can hear the sirens approaching. In a little time the alley will be filled of detectives, officer and CSI.

Watching others CSI working a scene is strange. Perhaps, after all, I miss my job.

I'm recounting what happened to a detective when I see a couple of people walking toward us. A firm black woman and… wow… a really handsome men. Tall, dark hair and with an incredible golden skin.

I'm staring and the detective is looking at me suspiciously, so I clear my throat and go on talking.

"I didn't see anything, only the woman on the ground behind the dumpster. I think the corpse was dumped here, and she was a little warm. She's not being killed long ago."

"And how would you know this?" He asks me smirking. I hate when people treat me like an idiot.

"Everyone could tell this kind of thing just looking at her." I answer.

He scowls at me. "Well, well. Apparently we have a smartass. Maybe we should take you to the station and repeat everything from the beginning."

Great. I'm always good in making new friends!

I'm resigned that it'll be a very long evening… night probably; when a voice behind me says: "Don't worry detective, now we'll take care of everything."

The detective's face reddens, and as he turns around I can hear him muttering something about arrogant FBI's dicks.

Wait a moment…. FBI!?! Not only I find myself involved in a homicide, but there's even the FBI.

I turn around and find myself in front of the same sexy men I noticed earlier. From a shorter distance he's even better.

He smirks at me: "So, you're a smartass?" he asks me seriously.

I send him one of my best glares, but his voice and his sexy Spanish accent distracted me too much. Stupid charming men.

I have the impression that this night will be even longer than I imagined, and not in a funny way.

If only he would stop smirking!

Tbc…

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