A Falconer File Short Story - Brief case.
Crime-scene tape had already been stretched across the front of the shop, and PC Merv Green was on duty at the door to keep sight-seers away, as far as was humanly possible. There was always an audience at the site of any public death. It was simple human nature, but not a nice side of it.
Pushing his way through the people gawking for a look through the window, he held out his warrant card and pushed his way through to where PC Green stood guard. ?Know what?s happened in there?? he asked, before entering.
?Very nasty one, sir,? replied Green, his face in agreement with his name. ?I?m not usually squeamish, but this is a very unpleasant one. I think you?d better go inside and see for yourself. I don?t want to think about it, let alone talk about it.'