I walk into the crowd and people part to let me pass. I walk without answering any questions, thanking the quiet pedestrians who are just here to look. "Frankie!" I hear Alex call for me before I duck under the massive wrapping of police caution tape around the poles. "What happened?" I look down at the body for an answer. "We suspect he fell out of one of these windows, judging by the angle of his body and impact it was high." I hear Lauren Rockwell say. "That doesn't make sense. This building is four floors and if he went on the roof it wouldn't be high enough to make that sort of impact. And it couldn't be a window, there isn't any broken glass." I observe, looking toward the roof for more answers. "Exactly," Lauren continues, "and by examining the body, I can tell you he fell from a height maybe 3, 4 times that of this building, or any other building in this area." I sigh in frustration, looking toward the houses around for answers. The nearest building any taller than this is 1600 miles from here. What the hell happened? "Does he have a name?" I look up at my colleagues for an answer on this one. "John Doe. No wallet, no one is missing from this building, we have no idea." Alex answers this time.
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John Doe
Horror***TRIGGER WARNING!! Gore and gruesome details!!*** Detectives Franklin Marshall and Alexandria Bishop are assigned the first murder case in years, but when the case's "John Doe" turns out to be more than he seems, will the detectives be the only on...
