#dark ladybug

The Parisian coroner descended the steps down into the subway station, pleased to see the officers had already cordoned off the area. The head inspector was the one to let him into the crime scene, and he could tell from his tired eyes that the man hadn’t gone home in a while. Once they were on the platform, the coroner was greeted by a grisly blood splatter on the far wall of the station and a stopped train blocking off one of the tracks. He figured he didn’t have to ask but did so anyway, “What is it this time?”

The inspector took a sip of his coffee cup and answered, “What it looks like Jean. Witnesses say that some guy got mugged up on the street. Suspect ran down here where he was caught by…”

He paused, which wasn’t good news for him. He really hoped it wasn’t another one, “Any suspects?”

“Who do you think?” the inspector frowned then gestured towards the edge of the platform, “Do your thing. I have a few more witnesses to speak to. Public place like this in the middle of rush hour? Everyone with a camera on their phones? The whole world saw.”