Candles in a semi-circle on the side of the walkway; pictures, flowers, and votives. In her white shawl, she makes sounds like a dog left out in the barren cold. No door will open if she waits.
People on the street keep their distance. Just as they probably kept their distance when the killer revealed his weapon. Rare murder produces a zone that only the grief-stricken may enter. Otherwise it simply produces a body in the street.
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