Colin studied the blood on the porch. Spatter by the door, a trail across the painted wood planks, a puddle on the steps, a bloody dishtowel discarded in the grass. He was trying to stay detached, professional, but he would have liked to put his fist through the wall. Or through someone’s face. “You okay?” Akira’s quiet murmur interrupted him. Startled out of his thoughts, Colin glanced in her direction. She nodded toward his hands and Colin realized he was opening and closing his fingers compulsively. He stopped himself and forced a grim smile. He should order Akira away. Civilians and crime scenes were a bad combo. But he didn’t. “Yeah. Pissed off, that’s all.” The corner of her mouth lifted although her dark eyes stayed serious. “I know what you mean. This is… worrying.” “Does Rose know anything?” Akira shook her head as if she’d already asked.
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