As we enter a crime scene, my partner
and I are asked to leave our personal
squabbles on the outside of the tape.
I keep my balls and badge close, she holds
her wits and clicks her heels three times.
I kneel over our victim, female,
approximately 32 years of age, dressed
like a hooker on the Las Vegas strip.
This is, however, Boston,
With nothing except blood and sewage smells
to go around, we venture to our lab
where cause of death is
to be determined.
Written by Amanda B Hansen
2016 April 9