THE CRIME

Mcgee got to his destination. There was one police car there. He stepped out of his vehicle and greeted the metro officer.

"Special Agent Mcgee."

"Anders."

They shook hands.

"Has the area been secured?"

"Yeah FBI guys were here, but had to leave. Some sort of emergency."

"They compromised the chain of evidence by doing that."

Tim sighed heavily.

"Great!"

"Am I invisible here? They signed it over to me."

Tim looked over at the officer suspiciously. Then looked beyond him to the intestines laid out and walked past Anders up to the evidence. Anders followed Tim.

"Yeah how about that? Right after dinner too."

Tim smiled, and knelt down to get a better look.

"Hey you mind if I step away for some fresher air?"

"Please do."

Anders walked over to his police car, and vomited. Tim looked over at him and started laughing. He took out his camera and started marking the evidence. Tim started snapping pictures of the evidence, then looked back at the officer still leaned over his police car and smiled. Tim started walking with his flashlight and found a cigarette butt. He put another marker down, and snapped a picture. He walked further still and found tire tracks. He laid down another marker and took a picture. He suddenly gets the feeling of being watched. He looked over at the police officer still loosing his dinner, and then looked around. He shrugged the feeling off and continued his job. He walked further and found an evidence bag sitting by a fire hydrant with a Styrofoam cup inside it.

"That's weird."

Tim said to himself. He knelt down on the ground, set his camera down and picked up the evidence bag. He looked over his shoulder again to the police officer, then back at the bag examining it.

Someone came up behind him and put a cloth over his mouth and nose. He struggled not to breathe anything in, but the guy kicked him in the side, which made him take a deep breath in, and the lights went out for Mcgee.