Noir detective investigating crime scene
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on topic of fictional noir detective investigating crime scene. The year was 1952 and I was working a case outside of Vegas. I'll never forget. That cold desert air. When I first walked onto the crime scene dry as a bone and cold as ice couldn't help but feel that something was off the grim looks on the officers faces. When I arrived told me everything I needed to know. There was a middle class duplex. All fancied up for the fourth of july yellow tape blocked off the scene and for good reason a black boot print on the door told me someone forced their way in. Most degenerate use force. It's rare to find a clean crime scene. The blood on the floor in the foyer made clear the first victim fell here and the drag marks of the blood trail led me into the kitchen. There was a gory sight, neighbors heard commotion downstairs and called the cops, but Nevada's finest, muddied up the scene. Want to be detectives and caulking eyes just had to have a look. Hundreds of boot prints outside, trampled away any visible forensic evidence and the reporters beyond the yellow tape didn't make it any easier to think. Seems to me that someone came to the door and when the homeowners wouldn't let him in, they forced their way inside. The neighbors didn't hear any gunshots, but the crisp, clean hole in the foyer walls tells a different story suppressor. Perhaps possibly a professional hit two victims, wife and a husband, Wife somewhere in her early 30s looks to have died first probably the one at the door. When our man made his way inside. The husband was made to suffer. Phone on the wall dangling by its cord tells me he tried to call the cops from the kitchen. Maybe our guy was looking for some information. Maybe the husband saw too much, who's to say? But the open back door tells me our guy didn't leave out the front, and the tracks leading off into the desert tells me I'm right.