Post by snowdragon on Sept 10, 2012 11:19:17 GMT -5
The colour of the pouring rainwater was now affected by that of the strobing, flashing and spinning emergency lights that had swarmed the area, giving the seemingly white falling water flashes of red and blue, shaded by yellow and a bright white shade, all combining in every drop of water in every millisecond to create an aura not unlike a disco room. Directional lights cut long paths in their colour shade as they spun, lighting the buildings all around. Aside from the ambulance, who's presence was ultimately unessacary thanks mainly to the knowledge that the subject in question who had spawned this call had died instantly as the tradesman vehicle had struck her, there were four police cruisers, three of which were marked and the number included his own car. It might have been a particularly messy scene, had it not been the constant downpour which served to clean the scene of any bloody trace.
While it helped to keep the scene clean for those with weaker stomachs, it made his job much, much harder. The rain washed away his evidence, if there was any evidence, and the search quadrant for the reported second suspect had failed, and he... or she was presumably in the wind. The driver of the vehicle in the centre of all this mess, as far as Thorn could tell, his eyes passing over his teary eyed face as he recounted the incident to another uniformed officer under the cover of a building overhang, taking notes all the while. Lucky him, he got to stand there and be dry. The second he had stepped from his cruiser, he had been soaked head to toe, and as first unit on scene, had to assist with setting up a cover over the body to try and keep whatever information the body could provide intact, providing it had not already been completely washed away.
The storm served to keep most of the public away however, only a handful of spectators under the cover of umbrella came out to see. The many buildings surrounding the scene had a perfect look down to, and countless numbers of office workers and other types of person were looking down on the scene right now. It was this thought that brought his attention back to his own body instead of that of the scene around him, marked with yellow police tape so no civilian would dare cross. He was the only plain clothes officer here, like a sore thumb sticking out and completely exposed to that of the rest of the world for how poorly he fit in, even with the badge on the collar of his coat, glinting in the emergency lights, his black suit and red tie combination soaked through and through, body drenched as the material stuck to his form, enough to outline, just a tiny bit for those with sharp eyes, the form of his service pistol and his backup weapon. He had no part in clearing the scene. After the second unit had arrived and replaced his duties as traffic control, after the cover over the body had been set in place and the crime scene set up, he had joined in the search for the second reported person, apparently the cause for the whole issue that had drawn him out of the idle Monday drive. It hadn't gone well, and he had not footstep nor description to follow.
So he had trudged back to the scene, pushed through between the few souls staring out across the pavement no car was allowed to cross for the moment and possibly for a little while longer after he was gone. The coroner was on scene, and was investigating the body for what it was worth. At least he looked a little less wet than he did. Maybe he had a towel he could borrow to lay down on his seat before he headed back to the squadroom for a change of clothes. But that would come later. Unforntunatly, in order to succeed in such a profession, one had to cultivate a certain sense of humour, not one he happened to share.
"Lovely weather, isn't it?" It only servered to draw a grimace from the detective of ten years, and his mood was quickly declining thanks to the weather, even though he was now under the cover of the miniature pagola used to cover the body from any more watery impacts, and motioned with a hand in the universally recognised signal for 'hurry up'. "Cause of death was the front bumper of this van. With the water and the distance from her making the run across the street, driver never had a chance. Dead instantly, and knocked back to here from force of the impact."
Thorn had an eyebrow lifted, curious. If that was all, he'd have taken the body back to the morgue before he had even finished half of his search. "Something else keep you out here?"
"Report said our lady here was being chased by a second person?" Thorn nodded this time, staying silent and failing to mention that whoever it was had completely eluded capture or simply dropped off the map during the three block search. "Well, I know why she was running." A white gloved hand pulled down on the collar of the shirt of the deceased, Thorn crouching down and balancing on his ankles to see what the deal was, revealing a ragged, horrible wound some four inches long across the left side of her neck, the viciousness of such an attack to leave such a mark clear as daylight with the blood washed clean off by the unfavourable weather.
As experienced as he was, he could not help a cringe that crept across his face at the sight. Someone had a bone to pick with this woman, that was personal and up close. With a quick word of thanks to the good yet poor sense of humoured doctor, he stood, turned and stepped back out into the pouring rain, stepping across the slick black tarmac of the road below, towards the unlucky driver of the vehicle, now trapped in by police vehicles and tape. HIs words were simple, and to the point. It was certain at this point, the second person, chasing the victim had brought about her death. So now he had to find that person, no matter what it took. At least he was cooperative. Somewhat.
"Well, sure officer. They were..."
While it helped to keep the scene clean for those with weaker stomachs, it made his job much, much harder. The rain washed away his evidence, if there was any evidence, and the search quadrant for the reported second suspect had failed, and he... or she was presumably in the wind. The driver of the vehicle in the centre of all this mess, as far as Thorn could tell, his eyes passing over his teary eyed face as he recounted the incident to another uniformed officer under the cover of a building overhang, taking notes all the while. Lucky him, he got to stand there and be dry. The second he had stepped from his cruiser, he had been soaked head to toe, and as first unit on scene, had to assist with setting up a cover over the body to try and keep whatever information the body could provide intact, providing it had not already been completely washed away.
The storm served to keep most of the public away however, only a handful of spectators under the cover of umbrella came out to see. The many buildings surrounding the scene had a perfect look down to, and countless numbers of office workers and other types of person were looking down on the scene right now. It was this thought that brought his attention back to his own body instead of that of the scene around him, marked with yellow police tape so no civilian would dare cross. He was the only plain clothes officer here, like a sore thumb sticking out and completely exposed to that of the rest of the world for how poorly he fit in, even with the badge on the collar of his coat, glinting in the emergency lights, his black suit and red tie combination soaked through and through, body drenched as the material stuck to his form, enough to outline, just a tiny bit for those with sharp eyes, the form of his service pistol and his backup weapon. He had no part in clearing the scene. After the second unit had arrived and replaced his duties as traffic control, after the cover over the body had been set in place and the crime scene set up, he had joined in the search for the second reported person, apparently the cause for the whole issue that had drawn him out of the idle Monday drive. It hadn't gone well, and he had not footstep nor description to follow.
So he had trudged back to the scene, pushed through between the few souls staring out across the pavement no car was allowed to cross for the moment and possibly for a little while longer after he was gone. The coroner was on scene, and was investigating the body for what it was worth. At least he looked a little less wet than he did. Maybe he had a towel he could borrow to lay down on his seat before he headed back to the squadroom for a change of clothes. But that would come later. Unforntunatly, in order to succeed in such a profession, one had to cultivate a certain sense of humour, not one he happened to share.
"Lovely weather, isn't it?" It only servered to draw a grimace from the detective of ten years, and his mood was quickly declining thanks to the weather, even though he was now under the cover of the miniature pagola used to cover the body from any more watery impacts, and motioned with a hand in the universally recognised signal for 'hurry up'. "Cause of death was the front bumper of this van. With the water and the distance from her making the run across the street, driver never had a chance. Dead instantly, and knocked back to here from force of the impact."
Thorn had an eyebrow lifted, curious. If that was all, he'd have taken the body back to the morgue before he had even finished half of his search. "Something else keep you out here?"
"Report said our lady here was being chased by a second person?" Thorn nodded this time, staying silent and failing to mention that whoever it was had completely eluded capture or simply dropped off the map during the three block search. "Well, I know why she was running." A white gloved hand pulled down on the collar of the shirt of the deceased, Thorn crouching down and balancing on his ankles to see what the deal was, revealing a ragged, horrible wound some four inches long across the left side of her neck, the viciousness of such an attack to leave such a mark clear as daylight with the blood washed clean off by the unfavourable weather.
As experienced as he was, he could not help a cringe that crept across his face at the sight. Someone had a bone to pick with this woman, that was personal and up close. With a quick word of thanks to the good yet poor sense of humoured doctor, he stood, turned and stepped back out into the pouring rain, stepping across the slick black tarmac of the road below, towards the unlucky driver of the vehicle, now trapped in by police vehicles and tape. HIs words were simple, and to the point. It was certain at this point, the second person, chasing the victim had brought about her death. So now he had to find that person, no matter what it took. At least he was cooperative. Somewhat.
"Well, sure officer. They were..."
