"Look, it wasn't the first time."

  A media person's mouth dropped open.  A riding crop was used to lift his lower jaw.  "I can't make it smile," the stern little woman said. 

     Since yesterday or maybe another day, low voices weren't arguing. 

     "We'll access the records."  Suited men and women who traveled everywhere in a pack in case we have to break out into formation assured.  

     The long and short is that in some places in the world "bloodsport" still occurs.  It was not the first time a dismembered body had been left at an embassy.

     Everyone in the area had to stay in the area while the crime was investigated.  There were young couples on their way to places, there was some media people, there were locals and officials coming and going.  Going if they were a part of what unfolds as a human chain of problem solving.

     The horse riders were Saudis.  An ongoing love story.  People, like all of us, dealing with modernization and warring, always warring everyone, always warring.  "Do you think the dead person was involved in the warring?"  The man asked was taking it hard.  That there was a dismembered person like in the old days.  

     "It's male," a young Israeli guy came bounding over the cobblestones to find his date from the night before among the group staying put.  Both blushed.  "Glad it wasn't you," he said.  "Might have been but Gammie called so I didn't go back out."