Of course being interrogated was going to be difficult, especially an hour after her murder, but all I could think about was getting it over with.
Putting the key in the door I heard shuffling feet behind me. Down the street went someone running as fast as a cheetah. All I could see was flying red hair, the same color as one of the people at the restaurant. The one that looked me in the eye before attempting to shoot me…
I was a simple coroner, albeit one with an odd gift...or curse depending on your point of view, which no one knew about, so why was I being targeted or had I been in the wrong place at the wrong time? My best friend Marilyn had been the only one that had known my secret and been the one to die tonight.
If Marilyn hadn't been in the police force I wouldn't be here processing her body so soon. I also wouldn't be here to ask her what she might know about the local supernaturals.
No. I hadn't been in the wrong place at the wrong time, but perhaps my friend had been. Marilyn had been murdered tonight while the red-headed shooter had deliberately missed when she shot at me. And had wanted me to know.
Then it struck me. Literally. Something heavy hit me on the back of the head and I began to fall. Before everything went completely black I had just one thought. Shuffling feet doesn't running make.