As I ran to the side street, I stopped cold.
Another pink sheet. Covering something massive...a dead horse?
The truth was much darker. Once we called the medical examiner in, we learned: there were three bodies piled under the sheet.
We weren’t examining a murder scene. We were examining a quadruple murder.
Instantly, my mind was flooded with questions. What the fuck was going on here? Was this the work of a serial killer or some bizarre crime of passion?
The medical examiner took a closer look. Three bodies. One man and two women. Various ages.
But there was something weirder: based on decomposition, these killings had clearly happened well before the murder back at the house.
Something incredibly dark was seeping into this sunny corner of Beverly Hills.
