As Fragile As by Jennifer Armor

As he ducked under the fluttering yellow crime scene tape, the adrenaline hit him like a sledgehammer. The kick was exquisite. Transcendent. Heavenly. He inhaled deeply, the odor of new-mown grass and rain filling his nostrils. He craved this exhilaration as much as junkie craved heroin. It sustained him. It was him.