(Washington Post) — It was near dawn, the last call of Ozetta Posey’s midnight shift but her first homicide as a detective. A sheet covered the body, which was soaked by the early-morning downpour. Her job was to secure the scene until homicide detectives arrived. “Who is it?” Posey asked her partner as they walked in the quiet, past rowhouses in upper Northwest.
“It’s a guy with a hole in his head,” Posey recalled him saying. Curious, she knelt, pulled back the sheet and found herself staring at the familiar face of her brother-in-law. The two had been together for hours on the previous day.
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