A street lamp on the center median marks the beginning of the quadrant. The officer starts there, pacing back to the other posts he's designated for himself. Letting the spool unroll, he loops the yellow evidence tape around the street lamp, under a bumper, over a mailbox, and through a picket fence. There is a pretense of familiarity in his attempts, the affected ease becoming more credible with each successive effort. Taking out a knife, he cuts the tape and ties it off back at the street lamp. The haphazard knots hold.
Just beyond the tape, gawkers give non-committal appraisals of the officer's efforts before settling back on the body of the young man on the ground. The officer lifts a section of the tape as the paramedics wheel the still clean and empty stretcher beneath it. Once cleared, the tape is dropped behind the procession. It sags a little closer to the ground.










