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The squad car pulled into Konan’s driveway at a quarter to six. Konan peeked from his living room blind. A few seconds later, he pulled the door shut behind him and walked toward the car. A young, clean-cut cop sat behind the will.

“Good morning, detective. I’m Hollingsworth from the 3-9. A detective named Thompson sent me to retrieve you.”

“Yeah, she called and said to expect you,” Konan said as he pulled the seatbelt across his chest.

Hollingsworth said nothing in response. Konan sat quietly, content to ride in silence.

“We’ve heard a lot about you and Thompson in the 3-9. I’m glad to work with you guys on this one.”

“Thanks,” Konan said. He sipped his coffee and prayed that the victim of this crime had died close to his house.

“I’ve been on the job for five years next month,” Hollingsworth said, desperately attempting to keep the conversation going.

“Do you like it?”

“I do. It’s an opportunity to give back to the community.”

“I see.

“You and Detective Thompson inspire me. You guys don’t quit until the bad guys are behind bars.”

“What happened out here, Hollingsworth?”

“Um, well…uh, a black man got killed in the warehouse district. The M.E. hasn’t nailed down cause of death. I don’t think she will. There are too many injuries for only one to be the cause, you know?”

Konan dropped his gaze on Hollingsworth and said nothing. He waited for the man to finish, but the man added nothing to what he said.

“Too many injuries? Such as?”

“Um, you know how car accident bodies look when it’s bad? All mangled up and such? Well, in this instance, that would be an improvement.”

“Great,” Konan whispered. Hollingsworth let it drop.

There were no need for more words, they had arrived at the scene. A gaggle of people stood near the ticker tape, their faces pale and their eyes distraught.

They all looked as if Armageddon had started in this abandoned part of town. If what Hollingsworth had alluded to in the car had any truth to it, the end of the world would be preferable.

To top off all the bad news, Konan hadn’t had breakfast. Carnage before breakfast was a surefire way to have a screwed-up day. He pulled on his gloves and stepped out into the rain.

The flashing strobe lights of the ambulance and police cars lit the place up with flashes of red and blue. A yellow rain slick with the words Medical Examiner stood near the back door of the ambulance. Konan walked toward it. Lilly walked over to him, umbrella in hand, and a scowl on her face.

“Nice of you to join us, Konan.”

“Morning. I see you brought the rain with you.”

“I had nothing to do with it. We’ve got a 38-year-old black male, father of five children, married three times, divorced three times, and he worked as a security guard down here on the weekends.”

“Doing what? This whole part of town is abandoned. Mayor Smith has no plans for it, so what was he doing here?”

“You mean besides dying,” Hollingsworth said. Konan turned and frowned at the officer. Somehow, he had gotten the drop on Konan and that frustrated him.

“He worked for Topflight Security Services Incorporated. I don’t know why they thought they needed a guard down here, Konan.”

The Medical Examiner turned and nodded at Konan. He nodded back and stuck out his right hand.

“Hi, I’m Konan. I don’t recognize you.”

The tall, thin black woman gripped his hand firmly. She gave him a small smile and pointed at the victim.

“I’m Molly. I suppose you want a run down of cause of death, time of death, all that?”

“Let’s do it at the morgue and out of the rain. Besides, it’ll be a miracle if the techs can get any evidence thanks to this deluge.”

“Okay. I will see you guys at the icebox.”

Molly climbed aboard the ambulance and pulled the doors shut. Lilly nodded toward the car, he followed her. Lilly and he took the front seats and sat quietly listening to the rain splatter against the roof of the car.

“It’s bad, Konan. From what Molly told me, every bone in the man’s body had a fracture. Whoever did this beat the man brutally. Which leads me to think that there’s more than one perp. This guy suffered.”

“Alright, let’s get Hollingsworth over here and head to the morgue.”

Lilly stuck her head out the window and yelled for Hollingsworth. He trotted over and got into the back seat. Konan stared out the window, thunder boomed so close it seemed to be a sign of the apocalypse. Lighting seared the sky.

“Yep, Hollingsworth is probably right. There’s a storm coming.”

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