Late afternoon daylight fills the space as I drop into the apartment. No larger than my studio, the basement smells of damp mildew and bad karma. Gross.

     Looking around, I try and orient myself. I replay the scene I witnessed on Thursday, and picture the couple in place.

     They were against the left wall, as I looked in from the street. I go to that spot and get chills as I see a few tiny blood splatters still visible. From the darkness of a heating grate in the floor, a light flashes. I peer in and notice a phone, and it's flashing on vibrate.

     How could have the police missed this? I wonder incredulously. But the phone is ringing now; if it had been dark and silent, the cops may not have had reason to even notice...

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