"Make way, we're detectives!"
Lawrence forcefully cleared a path ahead.
Under the threat of firearms and badges, the crowd of onlookers quickly dispersed, creating a pathway.
The murder scene was in the corridor connecting the quiet bar's back door and the restroom.
In more raucous bars, places like this were typically used by passionate couples to release their hormones, but such behavior was rare in a quiet bar.
A powerfully built man lay slumped on one side of the corridor under the dim lighting, his eyes wide open. Beneath him, a large area was covered in arterial blood spatter. A distinct, dark gap was visible at his throat.
It was a gruesome void where flesh had been torn away.
The moment Dean saw it, his expression turned grave.
Such a clean wound couldn't have been made by a dagger. It looked more like it was caused by some kind of sharp, robust weapon, perhaps something like a tri-edged blade.
