The cool Autumn air swirled through the streets of Boston causing Bishop to pull his coat around him, straightening his scarf at the same time. Slowly he walked along the sidewalk heading towards the funeral home so as to lock up for the evening as the clouds began to open up sending rain down upon the city. Upon passing by an ally way Bishop heard a soft crying sound coming from with in that drew his attention down it towards a large green dumpster, arching an eyebrow while slowly turning to walk towards it. The rain was pouring down by the time Bishop made it to the other side of the dumpster where a curiously pathetic sight awaited him, a
Bishop’s evening was long in the basement of the funeral home making the morning light somewhat of a relief as he put away his paperwork, grabbed his coat then headed out for the day, thankful that he had the day off from the police force today. Pushing one of the front doors open revealed a grisly sight that stopped Bishop short with confusion first then quickly shifting to horror as he came to the conclusion of who it was on the steps out front. Dropping his coat Bishop took a knee beside the unconscious, bloody woman’s body quickly confirming his suspicions as to whom it was.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)!” Bishop exclaimed
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