Keith walked through the front doors of the Bronx 49th Precinct and was immediately intercepted by Dameon.
"Sir they need your assistance on Haight Avenue at the corner of Lydig."
"Ok I will head right out." Keith zipped into his office and checked messages. There was only four from reporters and one from Angela. Pulling out his phone, he walked back out to his car and drove to Haight Avenue. He called Angela on the way telling her that last night he just had too much to drink. When she started to prod about why he had ran outside he told her he would talk with her later because he was at the crime scene. He threw open the door and stormed out of his car. This was not a good way to go into an investigation but he couldn't help it. He walked up to the barricade and saw the two uniforms were guarding the scene; this brightened his mood some as he showed them his badge and continued through the barricade.
One body lay in the middle of the street in a pool of blood. The blood had congealed and was a dark red. Keith set down his case and opening it took out gloves. He took all the necessary pictures, measurements and samples he needed. Then he walked up to the uniforms standing at the barricade, "Did you call the coroner?"
"Yes sir. He said he would be delayed."
"I see, well I am done with the body."
"Will you take the knock on doors?"
"Um, yes sir."
"Whats the problem?"
"It's the building there 2104."
"Yeah what about it?"
"Well the guy that lives there keeps peeking out the curtains and shaking his head."
"I see, I can take care of it then."
"Oh would you sir, thank you!"
"No problem." Keith took a look to 2104 and saw the curtains fall into place. Hmmm. Walking up the sidewalk he rang the doorbell. After waiting only a few seconds the door was wrenched open and there stood the one person Keith did not want to see.