the murder weapon

I was hanging out with a friend tonight, and when I got back they took Amber into the garage to show her something, and Amber got me to follow. It was a car parked, with a large dent in the hood and a smashed in windshield. All I could think was that it looked like it had smashed into a pedestrian-sized object. Apparently, it had. Some nephew or cousin had killed a man while we were out to dinner. The family is pretty upset, and apparently dealing with the family of the victim is more worrisome than dealing with the police here. At this point it just feels ridiculous. I didn't know either person involved, and I even missed the drama of the family finding out, so there really isn't anything to make it more than a newspaper story for me. I sent a text message to the friend I was with, just because I was caught up in the ridiculousness of a text message saying "While we were at dinner, my host cousin killed someone." He called me immediately and was really concerned, which kindof made me feel shitty for not being upset by it. I surmised that it hadn't hit yet. And I guess that's bearing out, because the more I think about that car, the more nauseous I feel. Now I know what it looks like. It's like looking at a bloody knife.