I looked at the crowd. “Anybody see what happened?”

“Are you kidding?”

“Uni’s canvas the building yet?”

“In progress. They’re going door-to-door, but so far nobody is talking.”

“Evidence techs done with the scene?”

“They’re finished. They saved the bodies for you.”

“Okay, let’s get them outta here,” I said, and they tagged and bagged the bodies. Once they were gone, I looked at the crowd again and walked over to three uniforms that weren’t doing anything. “Come with me.”

“Yes, sir,” they said and followed me back to the crowd.

I walked slowly along the tape line. “Get him,” I said, and one of the officers went and got him.

“What you fuckin’ wit’ me for? I ain’t do shit,” he protested.

I picked out two more and told the officers to keep them separated, and I would talk to them the later. “Okay folks!” I shouted. “Anybody who lives here can go back inside,” I said and the rest of the officers went about dispersing the crowd. As the building residences made there way back to the building, I looked them over carefully. I saw an older man shaking his head as he walked, and then he made eye contact with me. I caught up with him.

“Excuse me, sir. Did you see what happened here tonight?” I asked as we walked.

“No, sir, I didn’t see nothing,” he said louder than he needed to. Then he whispered. “Two thirteen.” And kept walking.

I let the rest walk by and get in the building before I moved. Just as I was about to go up to apartment 213 to hear what the man had to say, an officer rushed up to us. “Excuse me, detectives, but we found another body,” he said excitedly.

“Where?” Sanchez asked.

“In a vacant apartment on the third floor.”

“Call the techs back and tell them we got another one, Gene.” Sanchez pulled out his radio and got them to turn around, as we followed the officer to the third floor.