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Chapter one: first murder
The first murder is always hard to deal with. I had my heart set on being a DC since I was five and I had my barbie doll's head ripped off by my brother, and when I found out it was him, boy did he pay (she was my favourite!) and ran off apologising as if it were a baby rather than a doll. Now I'm 28 I have to put up with being the 'newb' in the murder squad.
I must admit it took me a while to get my bearings after the shock of seeing what was left of this man. It would have been ok if it was a simple gunshot wound like I expected but this poor guy had been split open and had all his organs removed, his eyes gouged out and what I can only describe as 'brain juice' smeared across his face.
"Jesus" I said, just before Ian threw up in the corner. Now that's what I call contaminating a crime scene.
After Ian's 'incident' had been cleared up the CSIs started their work. I never got the fascination for dusting the room for prints, spraying for blood stains etc. My job was much less dirty, a bit more interrogation and trying to work out what the crime scene tells us. I suppose you could call me a mini Marple! Not that that was my original job - I was good at investigating, they realised my potential and did something about it. So I'm sort of a DC.
Anyway back to the scene. It was obvious he wasn't killed or dissected here, that happened in the kitchen - well the dissecting did anyway. How could I tell? Aside from the lack of blood here in the lounge and the mass of blood there in the kitchen, the killer had taken the time to sit him slumped on the sofa and pop on a CD. The weirdest thing was the creepy smile that lit up his face, teamed up with the cuts that ran from the corner of his lips to his ears in a sort of "joker smile". I gulped and leaned in for a closer look at the blood on his head. There was more than I thought and when I moved his head forward there was a deep gooey mess of blood and skull. COD blunt force trauma to the head. I had to wait for the coroner, to find out time of death so I thought I'd leave the guys to find out what killed him whilst I tried to find out how he or she got in (anyway the body was making me nauseous).
I made my way towards the huge windows but none were open. This was odd because it was the middle of the summer and every house in the street had doors and windows open, if this one didn't why'd the killer come here unless he knew the guy? It would have been much easier to slip in the other houses unnoticed. So I presumed he either knew him or he was targeting certain people. The thing is why would he take the organs? This guy was clearly in his 60s, he's not the prime example of perfect organs.
After a check of every possible entrance the team and I concluded that there were no signs of forced entry. I wasn't allowed in the kitchen as there were no suits left but I had one girl, Kate I think her name was, pass me notes and photos. I scanned them quickly. There were groceries in the pool and a paper bag torn at the side, he had just been shopping which tells us why the windows weren't open.
I was pulled to the side by Detective Constable Brooks - a hard man with a no nonsense attitude and steely glare - which is a rarity, but it wasn't a thank you I got it was "go home, a few of us will finish off and you've done enough for today, plus you look shattered."
I didn't really know what to say I kind of just stood there mouth open in a state of shock. But I had to go because let's face it he's my boss, but only after he promised I could have first suspect.
It's a long walk home but a short drive so I got Ian to drive me home. He smiled at me weakly when I mentioned the earlier happenings at the crime scene. I can't help feeling sorry for him, he's got that cute mutt face with puppy dog eyes that melts you like butter, if he wasn't such a doofus he might be attractive. Poor guy.
We arrived at mine and he offered to walk me in but to be honest I wanted to be alone and the smell of puke was making me want to vomit so he went on his way. I opened the door to the usual silence that I have grown accustomed to. Don't feel sorry for me, I love my #life. Most of the time... Ok so it's lonely sometimes but me and the guys manage. By guys I mean Hugh, Gerry and Michael. Still confused? Hugh Jackman, Gerard Butler and Michael Bublé. Yeah it's kinda sad but they are smoking hot enough to drive away any loneliness and Michael's voice lulls me into a dreamland where nothing else matters. Tonights film is Phantom of the Opera (starring Gerard Butler) and the menu is Tesco's curry for one. Trust me it doesn't taste good.
That night I dream about that joker face. It doesn't haunt me, it teases me. It knows the murderer and I don't, it knows the reason and I don't, its infuriating. How could there be no prints at the scene? It must be professional.
