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Personal Narrative: Nightclub

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Detective Bryce Reagan had been the last one to arrive at the crime scene. The location had been a nightclub located on Hollywood Boulevard. This particular nightclub was popular tourist attraction that Bryce had been called to on three previous occasions. Each time had involved different victims and perpetrators, and all had different motives. One had known their attacker, the other two just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. It was safe to call this place a cesspool, but that didn 't stop anyone from spending their booze filled nights in the place.

There was already a multitude of police cars taking up space on the block when Bryce arrived. Most of them had their siren lights on and it clashed with the various lights of

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