Fraserville woke up to the screams of a morning jogger. At five am this morning Kiara was discovered by Beth Simmons who was going for her morning jog. Beth did what anybody would if they saw a dead body in the front of their apartment complex. She let out a shrill scream and called the police in a panicked tone.

Before the police could arrive to the scene of the crime. The residents of Fraserville were crowding around the body in horror and fear. The residents were shocked by the nature of the crime. Kiara was lying face down with a pool of black blood around her neck. What was written above her body was what scared the residents of Fraserville the most. In blood red spray paint it said,"Go Home Immigrant!" Fraserville was a cultural mosaic with most of its inhabitants being born outside of Canada.

The scene caused a commotion around the body. People were inquiring who the body was, tears were shed and people were calling the police even though they were already on the way.

Kiara's face was not visible to the public. She was lying on the ground face down and her puffy hair shaped like a beach ball covered most of her head. No one in the crowd could recognize the body. Which was a mercy on her since under her hair was the face of Kiara stuck with a wide eyed expression of fear and confusion wondering who her killer was.

***

Police sirens blared on Arthur Street of Fraserville. The police were welcomed by the sight of a mini United Nations crowding around in a small circle.

"Break up the crowd!" yelled the chief of police from a microphone in his cruiser.

The crowd began dispersing away once they heard the police were here. In fear of being deported (Peterborough did have a problem with illegal immigration.) some people fled back to their tiny apartments. The crowd shrunk to a fraction in once was. Turning from a small United Nations to a line up at the movie theater on a Tuesday afternoon.

Detective Moe Faruq was seated in the police readying for his first case in Peterborough. After working on countless crimes in Toronto (Canada's most violent and crime invested city) had decided to move to Peterborough to work on less murders. After seeing countless dead bodies and horrible murders, Moe wanted to work less nightmare inducing cases. Peterborough never had more than ten homicides a year and but had a hate crime case almost weekly.Most of Moe's work dealt with vandalism on places of worship, ethnic neighborhoods and cultural centers but ever since moving to Peterborough Moe never dealt with a homicide until now.

Moe exited the police cruiser with officer Pavlov. Anthony Pavlov was native to Peterborough for five generations and didn't take kindly to the influx of immigrants coming to home town in recent decades. He never entered the ethnic neighborhoods unless it was necessary. Pavlov scrunched his nose once he approached the crime scene. The witnesses around the body were speaking every other language but English.

"If you're in Canada, you should speak English!" Pavlov muttered to himself as he approached the scene of the crime.

As he approached, he could see the look of fear on some of the witnesses faces. All their mouths clenched and eyes darting side to side. Partly because a cop was in their presence and partly because the heinous crime had shaken the witnesses' souls to the core with fear.

"Move along to the side. This is now the scene of a homicide, and we need to make sure evidence isn't contaminated." Pavlov yelled towards the crowd.

People scurried over to the side as Pavlov and some other officers put police tape around Kiara's body.

Moe wanted to get witness statements first before joining the crime scene investigators. Moe approached the crowd of nine witnesses that included six women and three men. All people of color.

Moe smiled at the witnesses in an attempt to make them feel comfortable and asked "Is it alright if I ask you guys a few questions?"

The group nodded with agitated faces.

"Alright then. Who discovered the body?"

"I did." declared a adolescent Hispanic woman in a gentle voice that matched her feminine features.

"What time did you discover the body?" Moe asked making eye contact with the woman.

"A little after five. I was going for my jog."

Moe nodded and continued with his questions.

"Did anyone know the victim personally?"

A black man answered in a booming voice laced with a Caribbean accent. "I couldn't see her face but she sure look like DeAndre's sister. They living in the building right here. Number twelve."

In front of building number twelve was where Kiara's body was found.

"She was murdered right in front of her home." Moe said in his head for a mental note.

"Do any of you know where DeAndre is now?" asked Moe to the crowd.

The crowd shook their heads.

Moe proceeded to ask the witnesses questions until he felt a beefy hand on his shoulder. Moe turned back in surprise to see a stocky white man with glossy yellowish hair in a police uniform with the name tag "Pavlov" proudly displayed. His face was harsh and squished like his forehead and chin wanted to kiss.

"Chief wants to speak to you." Pavlov said in a flat tone.

Moe opened his mouth in protest since he wasn't finished interviewing the witnesses.

Seeing Moe's confusion Pavlov added "I'll be interviewing the witnesses. The chief specifically asked for Detective Moe."

With that Moe dragged his sturdy boots to where the chief was standing. Chief of Police Nigel Ferguson was in his golden years with gray hair covering all of his face.

"Moe, we identified the victim and were sending her for an autopsy. Her name is Kiara Dixon resident of 12 Arthur Street Apt 2707, Fraserville. Peterborough, Canada . We acquired the information in her fanny pack. It seems like nothing was stolen not even cash. This was purely a race motivated crime." explained the chief as he pointed to Kiara's murder scene.

The police moved Kiara's body for an autopsy and where her lifeless once laid was a ghostly body silhouette to show where she passed.

"I think he should investigate her apartment since there might be evidence there. She might have a brother also. I heard that from one of the witnesses."piped Moe.

The chief replied "I thi..."

The air was filled with a loud yell from a man with a deep voice that wobbled with fear.

"KIARA!!!"

"That must be the victims brother." The police chief said as a gigantic and muscular man came running towards them.

Moe felt his stomach drop. This was the part he hated most about his job. Telling the victim family that their loved one was brutally murdered