Purple and Cardamom Murder: Murder Mystery

Sensation washes over me. I don't know what I am holding on to, but there is something that I am holding onto, which keeps me from being entirely washed away in the flood. The thing I have a hold of swears loudly. It is white noise to my ears. I can feel the acrid taste of blood in my mouth, of salty tears running down my cheeks, I can taste them through my skin. The gunpowder bang flashes silver and grey and cardamom in my mouth. There is a woman screaming purple in the corner, and part of me knows that purple is a false fear. She isn't afraid; she's screaming for effect. I try to hold onto this or to tell it to the swearing thing I'm holding onto, but the next rush sweeps over me--

Inspiration: "Remember" by Disturbed
Story Potential: High? Low? I guess that averages out to medium.
Notes: Can't decide whether the idea of a synesthetic psychic police consultant is ridiculously overblown or an idea that might actually be fun to play around with. I suspect it would get old quickly. Ok, never mind, I actually find this notion interesting enough that I think I want to write it. Someday. I have a list...it's here, actually.