Death of the PI 2

"Oh My Goodness!" Fabiola held her hand over her mouth when she stepped in and saw what made Dom stop in his tracks.

It was the same man she'd led into the condo, he leaned back in his chair, but with a bullet holrle in his head and one to the neck.

Blood oozed out.

It was a fresh dead, probably in the early hours of the morning.

"Poor him," she said coldy. "He probably messed with the wrong people.

"That's what happens when you mess with the Cartel," Dom said.

'Or the Vert's.' Fabiola said mentally.

"Let's see if we could find any clue." Fabiola suggested.

"Do you think they would leave any evidence behind?" Dom reasoned.

"Maybe he wasn't killed by the Glacier Cartel, maybe he was working on another case." She argued.

"Gloves?" She asked.

He pulled out a pair of disposable gloves from his trousers pocket and handed it to her.

He had his black gloves on as usual.

They searched through the already scattered files on the floor and table, but they were random papers with bills and other s