Vengeance:

6

Barbara observed the scene of the crime for a while before she felt like passing out or vomiting. She was quite squeamish when it came to blood, so a murder scene wasn't the most appropriate place for her to go. Bronson joined her as she walked back into the room, and he looked at Sam's shocked face. His eyes were rolled into the back of his head and his shirt and sofa were covered in blood; "Oh my god." He whispered to himself as he looked at the cold, pale, limp body. "This man was so...so brave. Just yesterday he did one of the most heroic things I've ever seen." Barbara looked at him doubtfully and he explained the events of yesterday. She looked shocked and couldn't believe exactly what Sam had done. "Brave son of a bitch." She mumbled. She walked away from the case and started; "Sam Barkson, goes out celebrating after his brave deed, gets drunk. Comes home and is killed by someone. Who?" Bronson shrugged then looked around and saw the state of the apartment; "Intruder?" He shrugged. Barbara tapped her chin in thought and nodded in consideration; "Makes sense." But then Bronson looked at the armchair, it had bloody fingerprints on the arm; "Get someone to analyse those prints. They must be the killer's." Barbara nodded and called someone over and ordered them to do as Bronson asked. "Who do you think did this, Barb?" He asked as she reapproached him, she shrugged and then said; "Someone who knew or was close or related to one of the guys Sam killed yesterday." Bronson nodded and they left the apartment together.