Bill and I are outside, discussing the crime scene further. We write down pertinent information such as the location, time, date (July 24th 1984), etc. Meanwhile, all that I can think of are the family photos hanging in the hallway, and baby’s toys in the living room. We approach another officer on scene, he is sitting on the steps where I once was and greets us with a nod, “Jeb, Bill”.
Bill begins, “Alright, we’ll need you and Moris to get the print kit, and video camera. Get every square inch of that place”.
The younger officer then replies with a weariness in their voice, “I don’t think I can go back in”.
I then respond, knowing full well how hard the night has been for everyone,“Gather yourself brother, for their sake. Come on”.
Suddenly, someone stumbles on the scene with appearances of shock. All offices in the surrounding area immediately respond by pulling out their guns. Taba expresses in a loud commanding voice, “Stay right there, stay right there! Hands up. Hands in the air!” the intensity of his voice rising with each enunciation.
The man lifts his arms and wanders out of a shadow into the light. His eyes are watery, red, and puffy. Most frightening of all, his knees, hands, and shirt are all staines red with blood …
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