NY Group fanfic

" A gunshot that close usually means that the perpetrator knew the victim, possibly on intimate relations..." Danny said.
 
Lindsay checked his pocket and sure enough she found a wallet. She opened it and looked at his driver's liscence. "His name's Shawn Peterson, age 25." She bagged the liscence.
 
He shrugged. "Don't know. Maybe he was killed near here and they were just so eager to get rid of the body that this was the first place that crossed their mind."
 
Lindsay walked off to the right looking closely for blood spatter. She noticed something dark sticking to a blade of grass and kneeled down to get a better look. Sure enough, it was blood, but just a drop. She swabbed it and looked up to see that as there was more as she looked forward. "Danny, I've got blood over here," she said.
 
"What's its source?" queried Danny, who had walked a yard a two before finding something that...
 
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