"Ughh," I moaned, settling on the sofa with a heavy thud. Going to the station today didn't really answer much of my questions, instead, it might have added new ones to the batch.
Talking to the Chief Officer was also a waste of time, because as Officer Trent had earlier stated, he was oddly pumped about it and didn't really give much insight.
I did manage to sneak a peek at the pictures left by the forensic team, and by sneak a peek, I meant taken without authorization. As office Trent rightly said, her head was gnashed, like something that was roughly smashed against a glass or something.
I silently scrutinized the picture of leather girl – the model – Diana. Was Dom really capable of doing such? I knew he had violent tantrums and tendencies, but this was just too much. Who the hell had he pissed off to land himself in this type of situation? Would she be the only one killed, or was she a promise of more deaths to come? Am I next on that list?
Ughhh. So many unanswered questions. I
