“Are you crying?”
No answer, just that familiar muffled sound.
Gentry sighed, and looked out the window at the flashing light of the police siren. Officer Shandy was helping the woman ease the carcass into an extra-strength trashbag, their movements and shadows warped by the flickering light. After a few more minutes of hushed sniffling, Gentry reluctantly looked back at him again.
He then slumped against the window, averting his eyes.
The soft reply barely reached him: