The sun was setting. The air was cool and Inspector Creg Dager could feel the breeze against his hair. The atmosphere couldn't change Dager's feelings. He was shocked. He couldn't find words to say. He was worried. But. Fear was the emotion that Dager couldn't get rid of. He overlooked as two Inspectors took pictures of the dead body. Blood stains were spilled around the small hotel room. The brown walls were splattered with blood. The blue carpet blood-stained. The victim had two bullets in their head. Dager edged towards the victims body and took a closer look. It was a young man. He had black, short hair and Dager thought he might have green eyes. The holes in his head prevented Dager from finding out. "We reckon he's probably 25. Maybe 26." A deep voice from behind Dager spoke into his ear. "We're not blaming anyone yet" Dager knew who it was. Chief Super John Mackem. His bald head reflected the dim light in the hotel room. He was in his mid 40's and he looked it. "G'morning Chief" Dager spluttered. John gave Dager the 'we're on to you' look, then slowly marched away. Dager couldn't stop thinking. So many thoughts running through his head. He didn't know the victim. He didn't see anything. He wasn't hurt. Dager had nothing to be worried about. Other than this hotel room. This hotel room was his hotel room. ~~~~~~~~~~ This is my first ever FF. Please tell me how to improve it! :/