It was already dusk when the carriage arrived at the crime scene.
Gregson had left two men to keep an eye on the corpse. To disparage curious onlookers, they covered the poor child with a blanket they obtained from the boatman. It was the least they could do to show some respect to the unfortunate victim. The three got out of the carriage, and Gregson noticed that a reporter-like guy was already among the crowd, messing around with his giant camera.
"These guys are like fleas. No matter what I do, I can never get rid of them," Gregson muttered. Clearly, he was upset by what he saw. Up until now, authorities failed to find a single clue to crack the case. Perhaps they could employ the powers of the press to seek the victim's family. Having that thought in mind, he walked over to the reporter.
