Seeing blood doesn’t bother me, I had seen it many times before, but something about being alone in the middle of nowhere with the top half of my body inside the empty interior of a bloody Suburban gave me the creeps.  I instinctively pulled my head out and slammed the door.  I knew it was a mistake as soon as I did it.  First rule of evidence, don’t disturb the crime scene…

Book 1 of the Jim West novels