There was something not normal about this guy. She thought narrowing her eyes as the young man wandered around the crime scene. How could he have shown up so quickly for one? How could he be so calm in the face of a horrible death another. She couldn't even look at the mutilated body without feeling like she was going to faint. But he...he didn't seem bothered at all by it.
"Do you come to crime scenes often?" she asked when he wandered by her once more.
He looked up from the ground, raising an eyebrow. "Yah, it's my job, why?"
She shook her head. "No reason." Though he had answered her question. How could one get used to this sort of thing? Ever?
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