Don't interfere. The uniform looked past Edward to me. I could almost guarantee he was sighting on the top of the other man's head, his best killing target from what little he had to shoot at. Gory, piteous, frightening, though no one will admit out loud to that one.
Is this the crime scene? No. Edward started to slide to his knees. There was something wrong with what they were wearing, but my eyes couldn't make sense of it, and I had other more immediate problems than what people were wearing. 1 hope it pays well, 1 said.
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