| Professionally Awkward |
[28 Oct 2007|09:17pm] |
"The deceased is one Henry Gabriel Shockley," the uniformed cop said, lifting the thin strip of yellow police tape. "The body was found about an hour ago by a homeless guy scrounging for aluminum cans." He pointed beyond the designated crime scene to where a man in a ragged jacket was talking to two more uniforms, a can on Coke held between his grimy palms. "We haven't taken him out of the dumpster yet, but the ambulance is on its way with a body bag."
Starnes picked her way around a puddle of God-knew-what, noting with morbid fascination the way the yellow streetlight reflected on the murky surface. The alley was wide, garbage cans lined up on either side against graffiti-marked brick walls. A dark-green metal dumpster waited just beyond the last can, its plastic cover opened to reveal trash of all description - and one human corpse, the eyes glassy with death.
The detective took two steps towards the dumpster, making note of the posture of the corpse. "Robbery?"
"Nope. We found over a thousand dollars cash in his wallet and two credit cards. Hell, he's even still wearing his Rolex."
The glint of the expensive watch caught her eye, and she jotted the information in her notebook. "Cute. When's that ambulance getting here? I suppose the vultures will be here to pick at the bones soon enough."
( Murder on a libido )
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