Mark’s eyes began to rove again as he walked forward; his gaze returned to the black SUV where a blonde woman, her hair trailing out of a navy blue ball cap, and two men were now talking. He recognized the woman. The sight of her always brought a mental smile, even in severe, grisly circumstances. Where were you hiding? Mark’s mental smile now translated to his face.
He flashed his badge to the policemen holding back the salivating reporters and the officers quickly ushered him through. Several long strides and he arrived at the body; Detective Brewer and the four officers had relocated nearby, sipping coffee and conversing.
“Son of a…” Mark mouthed soundlessly when he saw the lifeless girl illuminated beneath the garish standing work lamps.
The body was perfect. The skin was peachy and pale and radiant as moonlight– despite the harsh industrial lighting. Vibrant red hair cascaded around the girl’s head, framing the face of an angel. Her lips were parted seductively and they were the color of eggplants: deep, rich, and moist.
She would have been nude if not for a white sheet covering her from torso to collar bone. The pale cloth was beautiful against the clear skin. The red of her hair was mesmeric against the emerald grass. It was unreal, a painting by a master in realism.
Beside her body was a large cellophane bag. Something silver was folded inside. It sparkled, catching the light. He could see a hint of cobalt tucked beneath the silver and a pair of bright yellow high heels rested against the folds of cloth. The bag was marked ‘personal effects.’ A second bag lay nearby, but Mark didn’t bother to read the hand-written label.
She was so perfect looking. It was almost as if he could see her chest rising and falling in peaceful rest. Mark blinked, rubbed his eyes vigorously. Had her chest really moved? Was she breathing? No… no. No. Mark chastised himself.
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