"Shit." he whispered under his breath, nearly shooting the cat that jumped out from behind the trashcan in front of him. Well, at least it wasn't black, he already had a weird enough feeling about tonight, he didn't need it screwed up with bad omens. His primary weapon clutched in his hand, Detective Goi reached up and un-snapped his secondary weapon, his shoulder-holster suddenly feeling very tight against his shirt. He saw the suspect up ahead, darting from hiding place to hiding place, every now and then the light from various windows catching onto his clothing, a red substance he guessed was blood, shining like a ruby on the king's ring. What was that movie... No, not time to let his mind wander, keep it on the prize.... on the suspect at least. He appeared to have stopped, so Dero stopped as well, holding his position behind a dumpster. "Put your hands where I can see them. Drop any weapons you have and stand in the light!"
Tony had made a grave for her, covered her pretty face in