‘ ——- you can’t be in here, miss. ’
rarely was the inside of a brothel particularly tasteful, but even a woman subjected to the worst of men in the shadows between the streetlamps ought to be protected from sights such as these. albeit even rarer of the city’s police department to care for a whore strangled in her rented bed; this case was bloodier than that. the third to spatter a room with promiscuity and gore in under two months. alcohol and passion do not account for this.
officers have closed off the outer doors, but the birds inside, they’re curious creatures. will stands between this one and the unfortunate state of her colleague’s body. ‘ it’s no sight for you in here. it’s hardly one for me. ’