Lovers Quarrel
Detective Moore on the Scene
The dreariness of the city was starting to get to everyone it seemed. She had just gotten a call to report to a homicide crime scene, when she was on her way to the bistro, downtown for a late evening coffee and danish, but that would have to wait. The blue and red lights flashed relentlessly as Detective Moore pulled onto the scene. 233 Cherrylane Avenue. The light misty rain trickled steadily.
'Evening Detective Moore, Seattle's finest!' A scraggly voice came from a rookie, Jenkins. He greeted Detective Moore as soon as she stepped onto the scene. She responded reluctantly, "Jenkins, What do we have here?" Before Jenkins could get a word in edgewise, his partner Spinelli was already spilling the tea. "Well, it seems as though a love quarrel went bad, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Two bodies, male and female, no sign of forced entry". " Spinelli's voice grew faint as Detective Moore walked through the door of the townhome.
He continued as he caught up and followed more closely. He went on to inform Detective Moore. "One of the neighbors called it in. She said there was a lot of arguing and then a loud noise. She thought it might have been nothing at first because the dog never barked. She figured if something were wrong, surely the dog would protect them. She said she waited a while to see if the Durand's would come out of their home; instead, she only saw a silhouette of a person leaving an hour or so later. She could not tell if it was a woman or a man. The night and rain didn't help, and whoever it was, seemed to vanish. She made the call to 911 shortly after the person disappeared."
Detective Moore turned to Spinelli and beckoned for him to come closer. She spoke firmly, "We're going to need that statement in writing. Did you get it?" He raised one eyebrow and responded, 'Of course, She's prepared to be on standby for further questioning if needed.' As Detective Moore looked across the home, she was astounded. Blood was all over the living room walls as if someone had splattered it with a bucket. Was this the victim's blood? The foul odor throughout the house suggested it wasn't. The furniture wreaked of the smell as well. As she entered the hallway, she could see letters on the walls. The words BLESSED DEATH adorned each one. She knew what it was meant to look like, but she could not jump to any conclusions. She had to allow the evidence to speak clearly.
Detective Moore made her way to the bedroom. There they were, two bodies lying in bed, fully clothed beside each other like they were peacefully asleep. The dog, a golden retriever, was at the foot of the bed slaughtered. The couple wasn't brutally murdered like the dog, but they were dead. An autopsy will tell the cause of death. Detective Moore requested the officers to do a thorough sweep of the house, assisting forensics in collecting all evidence. There was a shell of some sort in the dining room area that was lit when Spinelli and Jenkins arrived. It sat in the center of the table with tarot cards and skeleton bones surrounding it. At that point, she wondered if some voodoo priestess or shaman had come to settle a score. If so, why leave the place in such disarray? This case was the weirdest Detective Moore had come across in a while. She was starting to feel a little eerie, so she exited the townhome.
"Spinelli, can you get our Psychic Thalia on this for me asap? I think she may be able to get us some answers quicker than forensics." Spinelli shook his head and responded. 'Sure, thing Detective Moore. I can see your wheels turning already. There is nothing like seeing a woman work a crime scene.' Detective Moore smiled with irritation. She knew Spinelli meant well, but she was not in the mood for his corny candid flirts. "Just get it done, alright?" 'Sure thing, we're on it.' As she left the scene, she felt a great desire to call an old friend to help solve the case, but she opted to wait. She wanted this win all to herself, once again. So she prepared for a doozy. However, this crime takes the cake for now. She anticipated what would follow.
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The dreariness of the city was starting to get to everyone it seemed. She had just gotten a call to report to a homicide crime scene, when she was on her way to the bistro, downtown for a late evening coffee and danish, but that would have to wait. The blue and red lights flashed relentlessly as Detective Moore pulled onto the scene. 233 Cherrylane Avenue. The light misty rain trickled steadily.
'Evening Detective Moore, Seattle's finest!' A scraggly voice came from a rookie, Jenkins. He greeted Detective Moore as soon as she stepped onto the scene. She responded reluctantly, "Jenkins, What do we have here?" Before Jenkins could get a word in edgewise, his partner Spinelli was already spilling the tea. "Well, it seems as though a love quarrel went bad, but I'll let you be the judge of that. Two bodies, male and female, no sign of forced entry". " Spinelli's voice grew faint as Detective Moore walked through the door of the townhome.
He continued as he caught up and followed more closely. He went on to inform Detective Moore. "One of the neighbors called it in. She said there was a lot of arguing and then a loud noise. She thought it might have been nothing at first because the dog never barked. She figured if something were wrong, surely the dog would protect them. She said she waited a while to see if the Durand's would come out of their home; instead, she only saw a silhouette of a person leaving an hour or so later. She could not tell if it was a woman or a man. The night and rain didn't help, and whoever it was, seemed to vanish. She made the call to 911 shortly after the person disappeared."
Detective Moore turned to Spinelli and beckoned for him to come closer. She spoke firmly, "We're going to need that statement in writing. Did you get it?" He raised one eyebrow and responded, 'Of course, She's prepared to be on standby for further questioning if needed.' As Detective Moore looked across the home, she was astounded. Blood was all over the living room walls as if someone had splattered it with a bucket. Was this the victim's blood? The foul odor throughout the house suggested it wasn't. The furniture wreaked of the smell as well. As she entered the hallway, she could see letters on the walls. The words BLESSED DEATH adorned each one. She knew what it was meant to look like, but she could not jump to any conclusions. She had to allow the evidence to speak clearly.
Detective Moore made her way to the bedroom. There they were, two bodies lying in bed, fully clothed beside each other like they were peacefully asleep. The dog, a golden retriever, was at the foot of the bed slaughtered. The couple wasn't brutally murdered like the dog, but they were dead. An autopsy will tell the cause of death. Detective Moore requested the officers to do a thorough sweep of the house, assisting forensics in collecting all evidence. There was a shell of some sort in the dining room area that was lit when Spinelli and Jenkins arrived. It sat in the center of the table with tarot cards and skeleton bones surrounding it. At that point, she wondered if some voodoo priestess or shaman had come to settle a score. If so, why leave the place in such disarray? This case was the weirdest Detective Moore had come across in a while. She was starting to feel a little eerie, so she exited the townhome.
"Spinelli, can you get our Psychic Thalia on this for me asap? I think she may be able to get us some answers quicker than forensics." Spinelli shook his head and responded. 'Sure, thing Detective Moore. I can see your wheels turning already. There is nothing like seeing a woman work a crime scene.' Detective Moore smiled with irritation. She knew Spinelli meant well, but she was not in the mood for his corny candid flirts. "Just get it done, alright?" 'Sure thing, we're on it.' As she left the scene, she felt a great desire to call an old friend to help solve the case, but she opted to wait. She wanted this win all to herself, once again. So she prepared for a doozy. However, this crime takes the cake for now. She anticipated what would follow.
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