In all her years on the job, Kelli had seen some gruesome crime scenes, but this had to be the worst. Now she felt like a rookie, leaning against the front of the house, bent over and puking. She stood, wiped her mouth and walked back to the road. She needed to put some distance between herself and the carnage inside.
Police cars now filled the street in front of the house, crime scene tape hung loosely from one post to another, creating a makeshift boundary. Kelli felt a tap on her shoulder and jumped a little. She turned to see Larsen, a sick look on his face.
“It looks like they were killed early this morning, although we’ll have to wait for a full autopsy to know for sure. Christ, I’ve seen some sick shit, but what they did to those people,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You going to be okay?”
“Yeah, just a little embarrassed,” she said, feeling her cheeks flush.
“Hell, when I saw the wife’s body, it was all I could do to keep it in. I thought Becerra was a sick son of a bitch, but whoever did this shit is a fucking lunatic.”
Kelli winced, the scene inside the house etched in her mind. “So much blood. Have you ever seen anything this bad?”
“No, and I hope I never see anything like this again,” he said, shaking his head.
“Then we have to get to Garcia. As long as he’s out there, shit like this is going to keep happening.”
Larsen nodded and let out a deep sigh. “Yeah, I know.”