The sharp tang of blood filled the car. I knew I had to work quickly, in case someone had heard the gunshot. I shone the flashlight around, looking at the stains on the seats and doors. I’m not as experienced as the men and women who work in forensics, but I knew a thing or two about bloodstains. There weren’t any of the splatters associated with a struggle, or with a weapon being used inside the car. Besides, there just wasn’t enough room to flay the bodies inside the cramped interior of the Runabout. The pair had obviously been killed elsewhere and then placed back inside their vehicle while their corpses were still fresh enough for their flayed skin to leak blood.