Prompt: A Police Investigation
Words: ominous, arrest, decay, squeal, reduce, feline avoid, feet, blackberry, bark
The feline cry followed by the crash of a trash can caused Detective Crabtree to start. He fumbled his aging Blackberry as he picked his way through the alley toward where the GPS said he needed to be. He managed to avoid most of the muck and decay as he made his way to the certain spot.
“Detective Crabtree, over here. There’s something you need to see.”
That sounded ominous to the young detective’s ears. He approached the uniformed officer carefully, marking the signs of the struggle. The scuffs and smears in the alley. “Is there a body, Nathan?”
“Over here, Detective, behind the dumpster.”
He found irony of the large Reduce. Reuse. Recycle. logo on the dented metal set askew from the old brick wall. Feet stuck out, clad in old, turn-of-the-century clothing. Whoever the victim was, he – or she – was in costume. The next while went by in a blur of tedious busy-ness as crime scene photos were taken and the coroner pulled the bin away with a squeal of metal.
“If you were anything like the Crabtree on television, you’d already be making an arrest.” The snide comment was accompanied by a bark of laughter from the others.
“Hah. Hah. Canadian television jokes, but I will take a moment to pull a Sherlock Holmes if you want. About the angle of the wound, the proximity to a bank, and the fact you, Detective Tillson, have the same muck on her your shoes as the victim could have me looking at you as a suspect. Will I find your prints on him?”
“Detective! I have something.”
“Good evening, and don’t leave town.”
Word Count: 274
Note: Yes, I’m a big Murdoch Mysteries fan and totally Team George.