WRITER'S POV

Derrick strode into the room, his mouth tight and jaw set. “What happened?” He questioned as Damian and Ethan both came to meet him halfway.

“We got a call and we went to confirm…and…” Damian paused and shook his head. “She fell from the balcony of an abandoned building. Of course the balcony had rails but it was too weak. The building is quite old.”

“Did you examine her body?” Derrick asked.

“Yes. No scratches or suggestions of physical struggle.”

Derrick frowned. “That shouldn't be enough to kill her.”

“Exactly. But she fell on a heap of bricks and nails. She was badly pierced.”

“Still…” he sighed, his...