Chapter 12 chapter Ten

I blinked and raised my voice, "Didn't the dispatcher tell you?" "Did you ever hear Dispatch talk incoherently, Dexter?" "Never. Is this one incoherent?" "Yeah, I guess it's a murder case." I didn't ask any further questions, I'll soon know why, especially at this speed.A few minutes later, Deborah managed to bring us near Orange Stadium, and after a few turns, we stopped on the shoulder of a small house on SW Fourth Avenue.There were already two patrol cars parked in front of the house, and two plainclothes officers were pulling up yellow "crime scene" tape around them, and as we got out of the car, I saw another officer sitting in the front seat of one of the police cars, Cover your head with your hands.The fourth policeman is standing on the porch, next to an elderly woman, there are two small steps before the porch, and she is sitting on the top step, sobbing and retching from time to time .

Deborah strode up to the nearest police officer, "What case?" Deborah flashed her badge. He didn't even look at us, just shook his head, "I'm not going in again, even if I don't get my pension." He turned around and drove off. Deborah stared at the cop dumbfounded, then turned to me.We looked at each other like this, and the dog kept barking, a weird barking that alternated between real and false. "Who's going to make that goddamn dog shut up," Deborah said, slipping under the yellow tape and making her way into the house.I followed her, and the barking of the dog was getting closer and closer. It was in the house, and it might be the victim's pet.Animals often react violently after their owners die.

We stopped at the steps, and Deborah looked at the policeman standing on the porch, making out the name on his badge. "Coronell, is this lady a witness?" "Yes, this is Mrs. Medina, and she called the police." "What's the matter with the dog?" Deborah snapped. "What the hell is going on here?" "Go and see for yourselves," said Coronel, turning away, saying no more. "We might as well go in and take a look," I hoped I didn't sound impatient.Honestly, I'm dying to see what it is that makes the police in Miami react so strongly.Deborah took a deep breath and exhaled vigorously, "Okay, let's go in and have a look."

After she said this, she still didn't dare to go in, so I walked past her and pushed open the door.