The grim chaos didn’t surprise them. It was a safe haven for the regulars. A place they could shoot up.
“What da we have?” asked the coroner.
“DOA, female, white, blond, maybe 20, looks like an overdose.”
“Damn, these young people. They think they’re invincible.”
Gagging, Sarge nodded his head.
“Yeah, looks like heroin. She’s got teeth; that’ll help. Get her down to the morgue, ASAP.”
“Frank, she’s back here.”
“Seeing her, he screamed, Myrna.”
“God no, he wailed. Man, that’s my sister.”
“She’s been missing. She’s no junkie. She was kidnapped.”
Word Count: 100 words
Genre: Flash Fiction
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