Today was going to be perfect. I could just feel it in my bones, but then I got called in. Body in the upper quarter, near that fancy café, they make those cappuccinos people travel across city for.
Looks like I'll be one of the few that'll be visiting for a different reason...and all on my perfect day.
You know, I've never noticed how over the top these sculpted details on this building were until they were glistering with blood. It's all kind of a Macabre. This kind of thing doesn't happen here. I mean it happens in the city, but not this part.
And what's even more perfect about today, the rain from last night washed a lot of evidence away, like foam off an old cap. Man, I could go for one...you know, if this was some crime of passion, or a robbery gone wrong, I wouldn't be so grumpy. But whoever killed out Vic, left something for us. A calling card. This city just got another show-off.