"There was blood...Blood everywhere. But now the police are trying to cover it up."
Kendra Michaels stared at Janet Sanders in the parking lot outside her office. The woman was carrying on like a paranoid lunatic, but Kendra knew better. She had known Janet too long.
"Slow down, Janet. Where was the blood?"
Janet took a deep breath. "My fiancé's house. I saw it three nights ago. I went over there and saw it. He was gone, but there was blood all over his kitchen floor and walls!" She shuddered. "It scared me, Kendra."
An Original Short Story
Iris Johansen, Roy Johansen