When I think of blue, the blue-steel gleam of a gun barrel comes immediately to mind. Occupational hazard, I guess. Red and all its shades go with blood on the victim and evidence. Once yellow was the live oak pollen on a suspect's shoes. I don't think I've ever used the colors of magenta or fuschia or puce or periwinkle or verdigris in any of my stories. Verdigris. Hm. Maybe I should expand my palette.
