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Adrian doesn’t avert his eyes from the gruesome scene, instead taking it all in. There is murmur around him as the forensic specialists take photos and tag evidence. A feeling of sickness rises in him, combined with anger and a desire to catch the bastard that could do this to a woman. For a moment, he thinks about his ex-wife and his daughter, and his expression morphs under the light of determination.
“Alright, guys, wrap it up quickly,” he orders to his team noticing the curious stares of other motel stayers. It’s almost midnight but there is no tiredness in Adrian’s gaze after seeing that. “Where’s the witness?” he asks an officer, letting himself be guided by the woman towards where an ambulance is. “Name?” he beckons her again and the officer replies, before letting Adrian continue on his own.
As he nears the man, he notices the standard blanket the first responders would have given him. It helps with the shock, he’s reminded as he clears his throat and approaches the man with a serious expression on his face.
“I’m sorry you had to witness that, Mr Anastasiu,” he speaks, extending empathy towards the other. “I’m detective Becker, I will need to escort you in a few to the station to get a statement, if that’s alright.” He knows this is probably the last thing the other needs right now, but Adrian knows better than most that this was a crucial time for any investigation.
