A second later, we heard police sirens closing in on us and minutes later a patrol car stopped a few meters away from us and three men stepped out of it. The two of them were cops dressed in their uniform with a utility belt and a baton while the odd one was dressed in casual clothes with a rectangular-framed spectacle resting on his nose. He wore a dark blazer with a white shirt underneath and black pants.
They introduced themselves to us. The one with the round plump face was Detective Jones and the other one with a slender built was his partner, Detective Garcia. The man dressed in casual clothes was a medical examiner, Dr. Davis. It was hard to take in their features in the dim light of the lamp-posts, but I assumed all three of them to be in their early thirties.
"Who among you is Katherine Grayson?" Detective Jones asked, flitting his head among all of us. He had broad shoulders with a solid built. His hair were cropped above his ears.
