Gore had hardened behind where a shotgun blast had torn through back of the head. The tiny steel pellets had broken the blinds and cracked the glass in places but it looked like the brunt of the impact had been taken by skull and brain. From this angle she couldn’t see the hole that the trauma left but she felt it’s presence. A body, sat uncomfortably, with its head bent back on its neck at an angle, mouth and eyes open wide in front of her. The arms hung open handed at the sides and a shotgun stood upright, it’s nose to the floor and the rounded handle against the dead man’s crotch.