Chad spotted a deputy shining his light on a wall. "Johnson beam on the ground. Don't step on any evidence." The light quickly flashed across the ground as Johnson spun in a circle and checked under his feet. Chad mumbled "Rookie" under his breath frustrated at the lack of common sense.
"Ayers, Lyle, we need lights. Fuck the department's no idle policy to cut fuel cost. Get your lights on this." He barked at the two officers closest to the bodies. "Sheets you got a first aid kit?" He asked and was answered with a nod. "Good. Get the fire blanket out of it and cover them."