Her tiara was smashed under a patrol car tire. The red and blue lights were spinning against the walls. There were chalk circles drawn on the street and sidewalk around each spent cartridge. An overweight police detective was sipping hot coffee from a styrofoam cup and talking on his cell phone. The last ambulance had just left and it's siren could be heard in the distance. The sun was just coming up. I walked home and fell on the couch. The television was on and a blonde haired news reporter was interviewing the assistant police chief.  I turned off the tv and fell immediately asleep.