"Oh," Craig whispered as he took a step back. His hand drooped. He barely held on to the now upside down handful of flowers.
The cop's shoulder radio crackled with static. He bent his neck and listened.
Craig's state of shock prevented him from even attempting to make out the policeman's conversation with whomever kept squawking on the other end.
"Yes, he's still here. I'll ask him." The cop used as soothing a voice as possible under the circumstances. "Since you're well acquainted with the victim, the coroner requests that, if you feel up to it, you go upstairs to the food court to identify the body."
Craig shook his head yes without saying a word. The cop stepped out of the way. Craig maneuvered his way to the food court by autopilot fueled purely by adrenalin.
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