A VIGNETTE
Elizabeth Sneaks onto a Crime Scene
She saw things they didn’t and connected things they couldn’t
Elizabeth slipped out of her heels and stepped into a pair of slippers before continuing toward the corner. She felt far less conspicuous with the solid click of her heels on the sidewalk traded for the soft leather moccasins. But no matter, she still had to be careful when approaching the crime scene.
Light from the streetlamp fell in anemic patches and shrouded grey shadows along the front fence line. She knew she was being silly, but the feeling of many eyes on her was unshakable. Even after all the crime scenes she had visited in less than say an exactly legit way, she still felt those eyes.
Flanked by neglected topiary, the gate hung open. Elizabeth paused just long enough for a final furtive glance up and down the way before passing into the darkened yard. Colors washed away in the darkness left a black and grey landscape from the road to the front steps of the home. Flagstones led directly from the gate to the porch. Weeds sprouted from gaps in the walkway, a few of them large dark shapes that spoke further of perhaps the beginnings of inattention.
Crime scene tape had been draped over the front door in an X. In the daylight, it would be a bright yellow…
