[Caitlyn tries to keep an eye out, though she too takes a few pictures.
It's frustrating, not being able to get closer, but she spots the scuffs of dirt on the suspect's knees and one of his hands, the dark stains on the sheet - blood? oil? something else? it's hard to see the color in this lighting - and the bullet holes in the train car behind the sheet.
She can picture the suspect stumbling, catching himself with one hand and blindly firing a gun with the other. Or perhaps there was a fight, perhaps he was shoved to the ground.]
Whatever this was, I don't think it was premeditated murder.
[As she turns back toward the larger group of officers, she notices that one's broken away from the rest of them while she was distracted looking for clues, and he's coming towards them.]
Hurry, get down.
[She quickly tugs on Misty's sleeve before ducking down beneath the window.]
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It's frustrating, not being able to get closer, but she spots the scuffs of dirt on the suspect's knees and one of his hands, the dark stains on the sheet - blood? oil? something else? it's hard to see the color in this lighting - and the bullet holes in the train car behind the sheet.
She can picture the suspect stumbling, catching himself with one hand and blindly firing a gun with the other. Or perhaps there was a fight, perhaps he was shoved to the ground.]
Whatever this was, I don't think it was premeditated murder.
[As she turns back toward the larger group of officers, she notices that one's broken away from the rest of them while she was distracted looking for clues, and he's coming towards them.]
Hurry, get down.
[She quickly tugs on Misty's sleeve before ducking down beneath the window.]