I entered the canopy, looked around to see if someone had followed me. Seeing I was alone, I washed the black dirty blood from the bone. It no longer sparkled the red I first saw on it. The victim had defended himself but was now in a forever sleep, possibly already a ghost lurking around the canopy. The large tent covering the homicide site held secret whispers of the murder and this bone would help in detecting the villain. It was the small bone of a hand, the murderer’s hand I assumed, and DNA would be his demise.


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