Alex moved from one object to the next.
A wallet tossed to the side... a mugging gone wrong? No. Don't draw any conclusions yet. He moved over a bit and looked at a few other things. A smashed bottle that may or may not be tied to this or just part of the alleyway. A cigarette butt. The outline of the body that had yet to be moved. Alex moved in a crouching walk as he angled himself around the small space to look at it from different points. He didn't touch anything, but that was more due to his own nature than any respect for the crime scene in place. His eyes went to the tossed wallet, it looked too thin to have much in it, then he glanced back at the body. A wedding ring and watch on the left arm. A small silver cross necklace around the neck. For a mugging those were obvious things to leave behind? Alex wondered if it had gone south, a mugging turned murder.
The alleyway stank of fear, but nothing that compared to that first spike that drew him in.
In his effort to examine the scene, the spirit didn't see the two detectives. Too used to passing by unseen, to ignoring those that didn't call out to him in some way or another. Too used to hunting instead of sleuthing. Alex put a hand to his chin, as he had often seen an old burnt out PI do in dreams, and tried to fit the scene together. How did the spirit he saw come to be from this mangled corpse. Why wasn't there more fear if it was a mugging or even a fight. Did the victim not fear for their life until the very end? Was that normal? Alex hadn't been alive in so long the idea seemed alien, he could only guess from observations when someone should or shouldn't fear for their life. Then again... part of him was intimately familiar with how people reacted to fear.
He frowned having trouble with the scene.
A wallet tossed to the side... a mugging gone wrong? No. Don't draw any conclusions yet. He moved over a bit and looked at a few other things. A smashed bottle that may or may not be tied to this or just part of the alleyway. A cigarette butt. The outline of the body that had yet to be moved. Alex moved in a crouching walk as he angled himself around the small space to look at it from different points. He didn't touch anything, but that was more due to his own nature than any respect for the crime scene in place. His eyes went to the tossed wallet, it looked too thin to have much in it, then he glanced back at the body. A wedding ring and watch on the left arm. A small silver cross necklace around the neck. For a mugging those were obvious things to leave behind? Alex wondered if it had gone south, a mugging turned murder.
The alleyway stank of fear, but nothing that compared to that first spike that drew him in.
In his effort to examine the scene, the spirit didn't see the two detectives. Too used to passing by unseen, to ignoring those that didn't call out to him in some way or another. Too used to hunting instead of sleuthing. Alex put a hand to his chin, as he had often seen an old burnt out PI do in dreams, and tried to fit the scene together. How did the spirit he saw come to be from this mangled corpse. Why wasn't there more fear if it was a mugging or even a fight. Did the victim not fear for their life until the very end? Was that normal? Alex hadn't been alive in so long the idea seemed alien, he could only guess from observations when someone should or shouldn't fear for their life. Then again... part of him was intimately familiar with how people reacted to fear.
He frowned having trouble with the scene.