Snippet #12735

Wiping off tears, Ana begins to stand up and leaves the alley way. Her make up streaked down her cheeks, Ana makes her way up Orange Avenue to her apartment. She runs her fingers along the red brick walls of the buildings when a familiar sound stops her. Sirens, really? Ana puzzles over as she approaches her complex. Atleast four crusiers surround the entrance along with an ambulance and a coroners truck.

"Excuse me, ma'am?" Ana gestures to a dark haired mother standing in the crowd of bystanders surrounding the scene. "What happened?"

"Oh honey, it's terrable. The old man, Mr. Klienfeld, he lives on the 3rd floor. Honey he was murdered. Mrs. Wingledon found him. I heard his ear was cut off and shoved into his mouth!" The woman replied with a heavy southern accent.

"Oh dear. Well thank you." Ana says backing away. She'd rather not get in the cops view, especially when they're 15 feet from her house. As she turned to go in the other direction, the voice came to her head: Ear cut off? Shoved in his mouth? Marsueves! No! Did he come looking for me?... Her thoughts rush around as she bumped into a sergent who looked rather ticked off.

"Oh, sorry sir." With haist, Ana ducked her head away from the cop and made her way out of the crowd and onto 45th.