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It had still been dark when Gordon fell through the wall. Only street lights had made visible the shootout that his unexpected clamor had created. When it was over, only the outline and glinting blood of a bullet-riddled body remained of what happened.
Gordon hadn’t shot him but bullets from his gun nevertheless plastered the sidewalk and parked cars. It was a mess of a crime scene with multiple shooters but only one killer.
Dawn turned the sky gray. Suddenly the body was a whole lot more visible and it took no time at all to gain attention.
Sirens zipped around nearby Gordon but never came directly for him. When he was finally approached, it was by one lone man on foot. Not a very bright fellow to be rushing someone more armed than himself - but it was evident in his expression and proud tone that he had only good intentions.
Six feet of big dumb muscle wearing a tattered green coat shoved his police badge right into Gordon’s face. “Freeze! Detective Dick Gumshoe here. I know that funny-lookin metal getup. You’ve been identified as a witness to murder!” His deep voice carried a stereotypical East coast accent, possibly Brooklyn.
He didn’t seem to care or - perhaps just didn’t notice - how ready Gordon looked to kill someone.