"What is this screwy world coming to?" Detective Flare shouted at her computer as if it was a lap dog that gave her unconditional love.
She bit her lower lip as she studied the traffic cameras on the scene for evidence. Something wasn't kosher, as her wise old mentor loved to say. Then the answer began to dawn on her like a morning in Tahiti. She was puzzled by the expression on the redneck American's face.
She zoomed in on the tourist to study his every move at the moment of truth. He stood directly behind the victim. He never touched the victim in any way. Yet after the tragedy, he seemed actually pleased.
Detective Flare spoke to her computer once more as her only trusted and loyal confidant, "The American clearly saw the bus coming, while the victim did not. He could have stopped the other man from dying, but he didn’t. I don’t like the looks of this. What's the connection?"
She bit her lower lip as she studied the traffic cameras on the scene for evidence. Something wasn't kosher, as her wise old mentor loved to say. Then the answer began to dawn on her like a morning in Tahiti. She was puzzled by the expression on the redneck American's face.
She zoomed in on the tourist to study his every move at the moment of truth. He stood directly behind the victim. He never touched the victim in any way. Yet after the tragedy, he seemed actually pleased.
Detective Flare spoke to her computer once more as her only trusted and loyal confidant, "The American clearly saw the bus coming, while the victim did not. He could have stopped the other man from dying, but he didn’t. I don’t like the looks of this. What's the connection?"
