Blackridge city always smelled of rain and rust. Today it smelled like blood.
Detective Aria Vale walked towards the yellow police tape ignoring the murmurs of the officers as she walked by. The alley was narrow, squeezed between two buildings that leaned into each other.
"Good evening" Elias greeted her as he raised the tape up for her.
"Morning" she corrected as she ducked under the tape.
Blue lights flashed across the pavements.
A body lay in the middle of the alley.
Male. Mid thirties.
Eyes sewn shut.