The rain sprayed down onto Delora as she laid in the street staring up into the grey sky. She twisted her arms carefully so that the fit the chalk outline perfectly. As soon as she did so the rain vanished and she felt herself falling hard onto the cement in shock, her abdomen burning in pain. Long sunset shadows crossed the street. Just out of her view she saw green sneakers and black pants, a voice laughing, gloating.
Snapping out of it, the pain vanished and Delora looked up at her fellow officers. “The victim knew his killer…” she began.
Author’s Note: I think this would make an interesting crime drama gimmick.