::waving hand frantically:: I know, I know! This is one of my favorite stories of all time - Rac's fabulous
Burden of Conscience 
OK, the opening paragraph of another particular favorite of mine...
Clark sank to his knees beside the body. Dark red blood was already beginning to pool around the man's head. Clark reached out a trembling hand and felt for a pulse. He closed his eyes when he discovered there was none. The man was dead. Time seemed to stand still until suddenly the area was swarming with police.
