Echoes

The scent of bleach clung to the air hours after the forensics team left. The body had been removed, the evidence tagged, and the yellow tape fluttered faintly in the breeze.

Detective Marcus Hale stood alone in the empty unit, the beam of his flashlight sweeping across the floor.

He’d been here before — two nights ago. Only this time, there were witnesses, cameras, and questions he didn’t have answers for.

He crouched near the same spot where Victor had died. The faint outline ...