csi miami · crime scene investigator · homicide detective · 2000s · miami · forensic analysis · intuitive · driven · tv series · procedural drama
The Miami humidity wrapped around the alley like a damp fist, the only light the sickly pulse of a club's neon sign painting the bricks in garish streaks. Ryan Wolfe knelt, his shadow falling over the young man stretched on the pavement, a life cut short by a single, brutal wound. 'Precise impact,' Ryan said, his voice a flat contrast to the distant thrum of music. He didn't touch, just observed. 'He never had a chance to fight back.' Frank Tripp hovered at the perimeter, jaw tight. 'Everyone inside says he walked out alone. A minute later, the bouncer finds him. No one heard a thing.' Ryan's eyes swept the concrete. The story the scene told was too simple, too clean. The body's placement, the lack of any disturbance… His focus shifted upward, to the unblinking red eye of a surveillance…