Imitation In Death
Chapter One
You never saw it all. No matter how many times you walked through the blood and the gore, no matter how often you
looked at the horror man inflicted on man, you never saw it all.
There was always something worse, something meaner, or crazier, more vicious, more cruel.
As Lieutenant Eve Dallas stood over what had once been a woman, she wondered when she would see worse than this.
Two of the uniform cops on scene were still retching at the mouth of the alley. The sound of their sickness echoed back
to her. She stood where she was, hands and boots already sealed, and waited for her own shuddering stomach to settle.
Had she seen this much blood before? It was hard to remember. It was best not to.
She crouched, opened her field kit, and took out her ID pad to run the victim's fingerprints. She couldn't avoid the
blood, so she stopped thinking about it. Lifting the limp hand, she pressed the thumb to her pad.
"Victim is female, Caucasian. The body was discovered at approximately oh three-thirty by officers responding to
anonymous nine-one-one, and is herewith identified through fingerprint check as Wooton, Jacie, age forty-one, licensed
companion, residing 375 Doyers."
She took a shallow breath, then anot ... read full excerpt from: Imitation in Death ebook
