Callie tried to walk away but soon she realized what she had did. She looked back at the dead body. She had killed the one person that loved her, and now she was gone. A bullet wound in her heart. She cried, looking back at the bullet hole she had blasted through the heart. "What have I done, What... What... Why," She cried out sobbing. The glock she had used to have shot her cousin was still in her back pocket. She knew it was evidence that she would have to dispose of. So thats what she did. She placed The glock in some crack heads hand whom was sitting unconscious on a brick wall. Callie cried while doing this but she knew that this would be the only way to clear her name. Although the one thing she didn't realize is who she had gifted the gun to. It was just any ordinary unconscious crack head but rather it was she knew quite well.