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FetzenDavid sighed, the low rumble of a v6, and the reflection of the lake shore accompanying him. He was called in, for what exactly he didn't know. The phone call taking him away from work and a few strange looks.
Victorian esque homes and oak trees dotted the neighborhood. Somewhere that one would expect quiet, and peace to permeate. It wasn't too long until the Yellow tape, precinct enforcement vehicles, and an oddly out of place BMW came into view.
David parked across the street, getting out of his white Ford Explorer. He walked towards the Officer on perimeter duty. Discretely he took out his wallet and showed the consultant ID before the officer could say the word, walking past just as quickly to avoid conversation.
He entered the home, an stale aurora of dried blood and dust filled his nostrils. He heard from the precinct his first job was going to be rough, but he didn't think he would be thrown into an homicide right off the bat. Words certainly can't prepare anyone for the sight of death.
He entered the living room to find an female forensic specialist dutifully at work. David asked in a polite tone "Excuse me, may I know where the acting detective is?". The woman looked up for just a moment and pointed across the foyer to a slightly ajar door "In the kitchen". She went back to her work as she was near finished at that point.
Before David traversed any further he quickly took in the room, and the blood spattered carpet the Forensic specialist was hanging over. Blood spatter could be point of death, or first point of wounding. Either way I should get going, not much investigating I can do until I meet the Boss.
David opened the wood-panel door to find a the Boss at last. But not quite in the way he would expect. The blonde stout woman was deep in thought as she eyed an pale bloodless leg nailed to an cupboard. Well, first impressions aren't everything I guess. David spoke over the silence.
"Ah, here you are Boss". The lead Detective turned calmly in response. A curt smile spreading from her lips, which in contrast to the cadaver's limb behind her seemed quite the unneeded juxtaposition. "You are?" she asked. For a moment there was a pause as David lost himself in the sight before him, This is one hell of wake up call, from the month spent in peaceful bliss. Let the games begin.
The lull of inaction ended as David noticed the smile on the Boss's face turn into a frown. David proceeded to pulling the ID out "David Faber Consultant advising on the case, and any capacity you deem necessary of course".
Victorian esque homes and oak trees dotted the neighborhood. Somewhere that one would expect quiet, and peace to permeate. It wasn't too long until the Yellow tape, precinct enforcement vehicles, and an oddly out of place BMW came into view.
David parked across the street, getting out of his white Ford Explorer. He walked towards the Officer on perimeter duty. Discretely he took out his wallet and showed the consultant ID before the officer could say the word, walking past just as quickly to avoid conversation.
He entered the home, an stale aurora of dried blood and dust filled his nostrils. He heard from the precinct his first job was going to be rough, but he didn't think he would be thrown into an homicide right off the bat. Words certainly can't prepare anyone for the sight of death.
He entered the living room to find an female forensic specialist dutifully at work. David asked in a polite tone "Excuse me, may I know where the acting detective is?". The woman looked up for just a moment and pointed across the foyer to a slightly ajar door "In the kitchen". She went back to her work as she was near finished at that point.
Before David traversed any further he quickly took in the room, and the blood spattered carpet the Forensic specialist was hanging over. Blood spatter could be point of death, or first point of wounding. Either way I should get going, not much investigating I can do until I meet the Boss.
David opened the wood-panel door to find a the Boss at last. But not quite in the way he would expect. The blonde stout woman was deep in thought as she eyed an pale bloodless leg nailed to an cupboard. Well, first impressions aren't everything I guess. David spoke over the silence.
"Ah, here you are Boss". The lead Detective turned calmly in response. A curt smile spreading from her lips, which in contrast to the cadaver's limb behind her seemed quite the unneeded juxtaposition. "You are?" she asked. For a moment there was a pause as David lost himself in the sight before him, This is one hell of wake up call, from the month spent in peaceful bliss. Let the games begin.
The lull of inaction ended as David noticed the smile on the Boss's face turn into a frown. David proceeded to pulling the ID out "David Faber Consultant advising on the case, and any capacity you deem necessary of course".
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