I looked down at the crime scene, mostly wondering how in the world the media arrived first and when to make my way down the body. It all seemed a blur to me; the state policemen yelling at the crowd, Media asking hundreds of questions and then there was the Victim's family. The grieving and hurt family, they were sobbing and holding each other. It was a sad scene, really but they had to let go of him sometime. That or they would live the rest of their lives in sadness.

"Miss Taylor?" I looked over my shoulder and dreaded what I seen. Allison, my happy-go-lucky, Aussie of an assistant stood behind me with a stupid grin on her face. She stood at 5'3" with a small frame and platinum blonde hair that fell just above her tailbone; she was the epitome of dumb blonde. It was rather funny when she stumbled over something minuscule as the rug. "Hello… Allison." I said, forcing myself to say her name.

She giggled. "Ready?" Oh, how her voice annoys me. I took in a deep breath and finally shook my head. I wasn't ready for this but that body down there was decomposing. We slowly started down the hill, being very careful not to slip on any of the slippery, golden and red leaves that had fell from the trees. It was autumn in Greenvasser and it couldn't get any windier or so I thought. But like all of the other times, the weather would prove me wrong.

After almost slipping numerous times on the grassy incline, we finally reached the bottom. I let out a sigh of relief, glad we hadn't slipped. If we had, the tools and papers would have flown everywhere and that would have been a horrible mess to clean up.

The entire scene was like a zoo; screeching monkeys, roaring lions and squawking parrots. Not at all what a murder scene tends to be but I've learned to expect the unexpected. To me, it seemed they could just break through yet everyone stayed outside of the blockades. I rose the yellow police tape over my head and held it for Allison since she was pushing the gurney with the body bag placed on top of it and holding just about everything else. Some say it's just rude to make her to carry it all but I say it's because she's my assistant and I can make her do just about everything.

As we stood by his bloated and pale body, I realized that we had no clue if the victim had any transmittable diseases and since I had a cut on my hands, I sent her back to the truck for two pairs of rubber gloves. There was no need for me to contract a disease just so that I could keep my poorly-paying job. "Go now." I ordered. She turned and started up the hill, taking her sweet time. Rolling my eyes, I went to find a police officer to fill me in.

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I finally found a trustworthy officer to speak to after searching for a half hour. Officer Weiss had been on the force for almost a decade and hadn't injured anyone in any way. He stood at 6'3" and weight 175lbs; his dirty blonde hair covered his blurry green eyes when the police cap was off. The man was almost a saint and a gentle giant in the eyes of Greenvasser citizens.

"How can I help you, "He stopped to look at the ID that hung around my neck, "Miss Taylor?" A smile tugged at my lips. "I've yet to receive any information on the deceased, would you be kind enough to fill me in on him?" His fingers shook while he fidgeted with the papers that were clipped together, trying not to rip them. The way he was acting was kind of cute; it was like a little boy who was sitting next to a girl he fancies.

"Uhm," he started, "According to the family, his name is Anthony Barnett and he was 23. No prior arrests and no diseases as far as they know other than asthma. So you may want to test him for STDs, Miss Taylor." I cocked my head to the side, analyzing the way his attitude but mostly his fit body. It was an inappropriate for me to be staring but sometimes, I just don't give a damn. "Oh well…Thanks, Mate!" I said. His green eyes stared back at me. I looked away; he had me wondering what exactly he was thinking. It's too bad I can't read minds.