Resonance of Leo

We had lost count of all the dead bodies that had dropped on that hard wood floor that cold night in July, 1997. It had seemed to the cops all three of us had committed the worst crime known to man, but it wasn't like that.
The scene of the crime had been set and yet we weren't the ones who did it.
It seemed easier said than done when we tried to tell the police of the accident. How they didn't believe us about the boy in a striped shirt and dress slacks that had been covered in dried blood, a glowing blue orb of light shooting out of him and him floating five feet above the floor.
We don't blame them, even we don't believe what We saw either, but we h to get to the bottom of this.

(I don't own the cover of this book, I don't know who it belongs to, either)