Little ledges sometimes led

  to inextricable.  

  "The leg was quite broken," a woman stepped from a gathering crowd of mostly men and seemed to reveal about the then-missing body. 

  "What she said," a squirrly man with matted hair and knobby hands fighting the urge the cover his face almost yelled.  A Bobby took his photograph for the record.  "What record?" An actor asked.  "Who is saying what."  

  The actor told to "improv" his way across the courtyard inquired of someone looking like a director-type if this was being taped.  A person near the tripod and videocamera pointed to the open tape deck.  "And yet it says recording," other men had rushed steps over the the thing just passed the chalk outline of dead body.  One determined.  Another looked for a wire.  No feed that I can see.