“So is this your hit-man, Inspector?”
“Well it looks like his work, all except the guy who was beat to death.” Said Interpol Agent Gilbert Rozon.
" They said the blood down stairs was because of a brawl next door at the mill," reported one of the detectives.
“OK bring in anyone that might have clues, especially the two who fought at the mill. We can’t rule out the fact that it was a diversion.”
The detective looked around just trying to make sense of it all, but nothing made sense about this scene.

April looked at the girl behind the register, and felt a small pain as she noticed the girl’s grotesque black eye. She touched the girl’s hand and said, “Ohh baby.”
The girl pulled away and said,“I fell. It’s nothing.”
“Really? How did you fall without bruising these pretty little hands?” April inquired.
“Here is your change Ma’am, now good day.” The cashier smugged.
The girl’s black eye was all April could think about on her trip home. She didn’t deserve that.