Yellow crime scene tape littered the alley, sirens blaring overhead in a strobe pattern. Yet another alleged victim of suicide. That seemed to happen a lot around this area of the city.

Giving the alley a once over was enough to let one know it wasn't a suicide. That's just what officials wanted to believe.

Even from the catwalks, Song could see the mess of blood he had created. Clean up didn't matter, the police were good at covering up for him. That was the only thing they were good for.