On June 4, 2010, early Friday evening, in a quaint town known for the Old Mission and horse trails, Christopher Ryan Smith was murdered. Surrounding business offices were empty as workers had already left for the weekend.
I know what blood looks like when it’s fresh, when it’s dry, and all states in between. I didn’t need a forensic team to tell me the brown-colored smudge on the light switch was blood. Superpowers, remember? And blood drops are like rats. Where there’s one, there’s always more hiding just out of plain sight.