New York City Homicide Detective Rosalie Grimaldi took a walk in Central Park to clear her head from what had been going on with some of her cases. She kept hearing crime was down in New York, but you wouldn’t know it from the files on her desk. She and her partner, Maria Poniatowski thought the body count was high.
Rosalie loved walking under the roadway on the path. It was so quiet and peaceful. Well, normally it was quiet and peaceful, until she tripped.
“What the hell?” She got up and saw the body. It was a good looking young male, who had been badly beaten. She called the station and got the sergeant on duty, John Kearns, a grumpy older man, who was cynical and should’ve retired years ago. “Sgt. Kearns,” He barked.
“Kearns, it’s Grimaldi, I need uniforms and crime scene techs in Central Park.”
“Don’t you have enough to do, Grimaldi? We’re supposed to go to crime scenes, not find ’em.”
“They’re on their way.”
“After a long evening with the crime scene, Rosalie headed to the station. Captain McCann greeted her, “We’re supposed to…”
“Yeah, I know, Kearns already said that to me.”
The trail in the park had now become another trail; toward a killer.