At the Crime Scene
These were the words that surrounded a perimeter that the police had set around both streets that led to the candy shop where John Evans was taken away, the general public was not allowed to access that zone, however, Robinsons' men in black swarmed the area.
Heartbroken and numb, Cynthia walked through the numbers that the police set over what was rendered as evidence in the crime scene, she was doing so for the twentieth time today, stopping long next to what was left of two crushed bags of chocolate covered strawberries.
"…I still…I still don't get it," she murmured in denial then shivered when an autumn breeze blew through her messy hair.