The day had been rougher than usual, making his back stiffer and the desire for a good cup of coffee more urgent. He could see the Starbucks across the street through the opulent glass doors. Then a portly, jovial man appeared following closely behind the Maitre d.'
Yes, how can I help you? Officer. Oh my, what’s that on my floor?
The detective glanced back, a move that made him wince at the back pain it caused. On the floor following the Detective were distinct shoe impressions.
“Oh, hell, I tracked blood in.” the detective moaned. His day not improving.
Yes, how can I help you? Officer. Oh my, what’s that on my floor?
The detective glanced back, a move that made him wince at the back pain it caused. On the floor following the Detective were distinct shoe impressions.
“Oh, hell, I tracked blood in.” the detective moaned. His day not improving.
