I walked over to the crime tape and he started escorting me into the crime scene. All eyes were on us as we were walking in the middle of the road. My damaged car, where the doctor was murdered, was still there with its door wide open and dried blood all over the floor close to it. I slowly went to the car and snooped inside; the seat of the car had a hole made by a bullet, as did the front glass. "Be careful not to touch anything, the doctors said, the doctor died due to the bullet." The cop said
I exhaled and placed my hands on my hips, glancing at the road. There were a few surrounding cars, including one that was parked on the other side of the road, facing my car. "Were there any eyewitnesses?" I inquired.
"No, Ms Gates," he responded flatly. "That's impossible; my bodyguard told m
