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Drabble #98: Sense ...
by Beverly aka Bev *too*
Where was the sense in all of that?
Gil looked down at the bloody bodies of the two children. He knew that a few feet away he would find their parents. And he knew that downstairs he would find the killer. A junkie who was SO high that he didn't even know where he was right now. Didn't even know what year it was.
He sighed deeply, glad that he hadn't assigned Nick to this case. It would have touched the younger man deeply. Maybe too deep.
This makes NO sense, Gil thought, as he began to examine the bodies.
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