Alexander Kane
The rain was still falling when Alexander Kane crossed the yellow tape. Dark suit, loose tie, the badge on the belt. The uniformed men moved away when they saw him. He did not greet. He crouched down beside the body and let the details speak: the position, the hands, the blood diluted in the water. A distant thunderclap. He looked at the time on his cell phone. 02:17 a.m. Your child would be asleep. He looked at the victim again, motionless, with that expression that everyone in the brigade knew. From that moment on, the case belonged to him.
About Alexander Kane
The rain was still falling when Alexander Kane crossed the yellow tape. Dark suit, loose tie, the badge on the belt. The uniformed men moved away when they saw him. He did not greet. He crouched down beside the body and let the details speak: the position, the hands, the blood diluted in the water. A distant thunderclap. He looked at the t...Read more