And now here is a short story I'm writing on the fly because I feel like it, lets see what happens, shall we?
Darkness. The bitter cold was hard to ignore on a night like tonight, it would behoove one to wear layers in going out. A man wearing glasses with a disheveled button up shirt and tie walked in a small circle, almost apelike scratching his head quickly then holding the pose. 'What made her do it?' the disorganized looking man thought to himself. Bright blue and red lights flashed just behind him along with a bunch of people moving about laying tape, taking measurements, and other non-ordinary things that you only see at a crime scene.
'Hanley, what do you have here?' asked a new man to this frigid location. 'Looks like suicide chief. See that window up there?' said the spectacled man. 'The one thing that's really disturbing me about this whole thing', he paused to slowly turn the young white female on to her stomach 'See these?' Hanley pointed down to two wounds just under her shoulder blades, 'Looks like puncture wounds chief, could be something more then it looks.' Blood poured out of the young woman as Hanley gently and carefully turned her back, reached down to remove his latex gloves, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it. 'You're sure you want to work on this?' asked the new man. Hanley took a drag of his cigarette and nodded sadly. With a queer look on his face chief Daniels looked up, then back down at the corpse. "Shame. Quite a shame indeed. Any working theories?' A moment passed as Hanley took a drag, then another long pause then finally shook his head. 'Sam is up in the room right now doing a forensic evaluation of the room to see what he's got, i figured i'd give him a minute. I'll call him.' The detective reached into his pocket to reveal a small gray phone, archaic in design compared to modern phones, and started dialing as he fumbled with the keys. 'Fucking...' slipped out of his mouth as he had to erase and re-enter the digits. Daniels looked over at his protege with a quick smile as if his struggles amused his 'Sam, is it alright to head up now?' said Hanley.
"Fuck!' said Hanley, as a fellow officer told him that the elevator was out. Hanley's progress up the stairs was impeded by his less-then-slim figure and also by the countless other employees of the San Fransisco police department making their way up and down the stairs. 'Eight stories of this? I'm going to need a drink' thought the plump detective as he slowly trudged his way onward and upward. A moment later a bald man in a cheesy looking blazer who was by no means a police officer or had anything to do with his department what-so-ever, came barreling down the staircase and nearly plowed right into Detective Hanley. 'Uh, oh shit, sorry man.' said the style-challenged individual giving a goofy apologetic look as he gave a half ass waive. There was no time for a response as the man just went back about on his way down the stairs, now whistling a song Hanley thought he could recognize. The detective stopped and was initially pissed, but the music surprisingly caught him off guard as he found himself trying to uncover what song he 'baldy' was whistling. As he started back up the stairs the same process, almost identically, happened again but this time with a thin well dressed man who smelled of after shave. The courtesy of an apology was not extended by the thin man, just 'Fucking cop' was all he heard. Hanley reached over the rail as he saw the man trailing down the stairs 'You know i could have you arrested.' which was bullshit. 'Up yours pig' he heard bellowing up from the bottom of the stairwell.
It had seemed like a decade had passed but the forty something police officer finally reached his destination. Quickly, his right hand went to his brow as he wiped the perspiration beads free and out of the way of his eyes. Hanley's shirt now completely untucked from his pants leaned down and put his hands on his knees for a few moments, catching his breath. Deep breathes, in and then out, until finally he composed himself and brought himself upright again. 'Sam!' he yelled out loudly. Hanley proceeded down to where the congregation of technicians and officers where just down the hall, then "Sam!'. Everyone on the floor stopped what they were doing and glanced over at Hanley for just a moment. They all let him know they were looking at him, then went back to work. Around the corner of the room came a very young man with short cropped hair, wearing gloves covered in blood. First the young man looked left, then right finding the source of interruption. 'Paul, what a pleasant surprise! I think people heard you all the way over in Marin for Christ's sake.' 'Sam, listen, I've had a shitty night and i just want to find out what's going on here. Please tell me you have something.' The young man looked him squarely in the eye and said 'Are you sure you want to do this?' 'Paul shook his head with a slight frown encroaching on his face. 'Shit Paul, are you OK?' asked Sam who was now making his way over to Paul. 'Let's just go in the room so you can show me what you have.' The young forensics tech stared into his eyes, nodded, then lead the detective towards the room. Two men were exiting the room as Sam and Paul found their way inside. A third man was inside taking photo's of the room with what seemed like a very intense flash bulb. As the brief blindness subsided from both Sam and Paul, the young man lead his elder over to a large pool of blood and pointed to a spray pattern on the wall. 'See that?' asked the young Sam. 'Silly question pal, its all over the wall.' Paul wryly answered. 'Well no shit, i figured you could see the blood Paul, its pretty obvious. No, what I'm talking about is the small metal fragment at the base there, see it?' If it was a snake it would have bit him. Detective Hanley looked down towards a small piece of what looked like stainless steel that meet kitty corner where the two walls met with the floor. Sam looked over at Paul, 'It looks like a blade fragment but I can't find anything in here to save my life.'
Two hours passed as a team of people scoured the room looking for any type of knife or similar weapon, none were found. "We have our photo's, its three a.m., lets take a fresh look at this after some sleep, huh detective?' Hanley nodded his head at Sam, his eyes were heavy at this point and his mind was all over the place. Detective Hanley had not slept well in the last three days, barely averaging four hours a night, and bed sounded like a wonderful plan to him. The thought of finding out what happened to this poor young lady was a major concern to him but he knew that he would perform much better after some shut eye. 'OK Sam, I'm going to make my way down now. You sleep well, huh?' 'I will.' Sam replied quietly without glancing over. 'I'm sorry it happened.' said Sam. Paul moved his hand to his face and wiped just above his eyes, paused then half-smiled and shook his head. Detective Hanley slowly made his way to the staircase, looked down, sighed, then begrudgingly started walking down. Slowly Hanley trotted down the stairs, his mind wandering. 'How did she die, did she jump?' softly he muttered to himself. The detective's mind was swimming, deep in thought his head sunk to his chest. The slovenly man stopped and reached into his pocket for his smokes, grasping all about in his pants but his tobacco eluded him. Now focused, Paul looked down for the distinctive bulge of a pack in his pocket when he noticed out of the corner of his eye another small shard similar to what was found upstairs. Now forgoing his smokes he eagerly took his hand from his pocket and reached into his coat for a handkerchief. Slowly and carefully Paul reached down and picked up the small metallic fragment. 'Is this murder?.' thought Paul as a smile came to his face. Ultimately what he wanted was justice for the slain female, and he wanted to get it personally. After all, it was his niece that had been found deceased.
.....if i get enough people who'd like to see this story worked on more i can add to it, but I'm really fucking tired now. Not bad for an hour and a half and just writing off the top of my head.
Darkness. The bitter cold was hard to ignore on a night like tonight, it would behoove one to wear layers in going out. A man wearing glasses with a disheveled button up shirt and tie walked in a small circle, almost apelike scratching his head quickly then holding the pose. 'What made her do it?' the disorganized looking man thought to himself. Bright blue and red lights flashed just behind him along with a bunch of people moving about laying tape, taking measurements, and other non-ordinary things that you only see at a crime scene.
'Hanley, what do you have here?' asked a new man to this frigid location. 'Looks like suicide chief. See that window up there?' said the spectacled man. 'The one thing that's really disturbing me about this whole thing', he paused to slowly turn the young white female on to her stomach 'See these?' Hanley pointed down to two wounds just under her shoulder blades, 'Looks like puncture wounds chief, could be something more then it looks.' Blood poured out of the young woman as Hanley gently and carefully turned her back, reached down to remove his latex gloves, then pulled out a cigarette and lit it. 'You're sure you want to work on this?' asked the new man. Hanley took a drag of his cigarette and nodded sadly. With a queer look on his face chief Daniels looked up, then back down at the corpse. "Shame. Quite a shame indeed. Any working theories?' A moment passed as Hanley took a drag, then another long pause then finally shook his head. 'Sam is up in the room right now doing a forensic evaluation of the room to see what he's got, i figured i'd give him a minute. I'll call him.' The detective reached into his pocket to reveal a small gray phone, archaic in design compared to modern phones, and started dialing as he fumbled with the keys. 'Fucking...' slipped out of his mouth as he had to erase and re-enter the digits. Daniels looked over at his protege with a quick smile as if his struggles amused his 'Sam, is it alright to head up now?' said Hanley.
"Fuck!' said Hanley, as a fellow officer told him that the elevator was out. Hanley's progress up the stairs was impeded by his less-then-slim figure and also by the countless other employees of the San Fransisco police department making their way up and down the stairs. 'Eight stories of this? I'm going to need a drink' thought the plump detective as he slowly trudged his way onward and upward. A moment later a bald man in a cheesy looking blazer who was by no means a police officer or had anything to do with his department what-so-ever, came barreling down the staircase and nearly plowed right into Detective Hanley. 'Uh, oh shit, sorry man.' said the style-challenged individual giving a goofy apologetic look as he gave a half ass waive. There was no time for a response as the man just went back about on his way down the stairs, now whistling a song Hanley thought he could recognize. The detective stopped and was initially pissed, but the music surprisingly caught him off guard as he found himself trying to uncover what song he 'baldy' was whistling. As he started back up the stairs the same process, almost identically, happened again but this time with a thin well dressed man who smelled of after shave. The courtesy of an apology was not extended by the thin man, just 'Fucking cop' was all he heard. Hanley reached over the rail as he saw the man trailing down the stairs 'You know i could have you arrested.' which was bullshit. 'Up yours pig' he heard bellowing up from the bottom of the stairwell.
It had seemed like a decade had passed but the forty something police officer finally reached his destination. Quickly, his right hand went to his brow as he wiped the perspiration beads free and out of the way of his eyes. Hanley's shirt now completely untucked from his pants leaned down and put his hands on his knees for a few moments, catching his breath. Deep breathes, in and then out, until finally he composed himself and brought himself upright again. 'Sam!' he yelled out loudly. Hanley proceeded down to where the congregation of technicians and officers where just down the hall, then "Sam!'. Everyone on the floor stopped what they were doing and glanced over at Hanley for just a moment. They all let him know they were looking at him, then went back to work. Around the corner of the room came a very young man with short cropped hair, wearing gloves covered in blood. First the young man looked left, then right finding the source of interruption. 'Paul, what a pleasant surprise! I think people heard you all the way over in Marin for Christ's sake.' 'Sam, listen, I've had a shitty night and i just want to find out what's going on here. Please tell me you have something.' The young man looked him squarely in the eye and said 'Are you sure you want to do this?' 'Paul shook his head with a slight frown encroaching on his face. 'Shit Paul, are you OK?' asked Sam who was now making his way over to Paul. 'Let's just go in the room so you can show me what you have.' The young forensics tech stared into his eyes, nodded, then lead the detective towards the room. Two men were exiting the room as Sam and Paul found their way inside. A third man was inside taking photo's of the room with what seemed like a very intense flash bulb. As the brief blindness subsided from both Sam and Paul, the young man lead his elder over to a large pool of blood and pointed to a spray pattern on the wall. 'See that?' asked the young Sam. 'Silly question pal, its all over the wall.' Paul wryly answered. 'Well no shit, i figured you could see the blood Paul, its pretty obvious. No, what I'm talking about is the small metal fragment at the base there, see it?' If it was a snake it would have bit him. Detective Hanley looked down towards a small piece of what looked like stainless steel that meet kitty corner where the two walls met with the floor. Sam looked over at Paul, 'It looks like a blade fragment but I can't find anything in here to save my life.'
Two hours passed as a team of people scoured the room looking for any type of knife or similar weapon, none were found. "We have our photo's, its three a.m., lets take a fresh look at this after some sleep, huh detective?' Hanley nodded his head at Sam, his eyes were heavy at this point and his mind was all over the place. Detective Hanley had not slept well in the last three days, barely averaging four hours a night, and bed sounded like a wonderful plan to him. The thought of finding out what happened to this poor young lady was a major concern to him but he knew that he would perform much better after some shut eye. 'OK Sam, I'm going to make my way down now. You sleep well, huh?' 'I will.' Sam replied quietly without glancing over. 'I'm sorry it happened.' said Sam. Paul moved his hand to his face and wiped just above his eyes, paused then half-smiled and shook his head. Detective Hanley slowly made his way to the staircase, looked down, sighed, then begrudgingly started walking down. Slowly Hanley trotted down the stairs, his mind wandering. 'How did she die, did she jump?' softly he muttered to himself. The detective's mind was swimming, deep in thought his head sunk to his chest. The slovenly man stopped and reached into his pocket for his smokes, grasping all about in his pants but his tobacco eluded him. Now focused, Paul looked down for the distinctive bulge of a pack in his pocket when he noticed out of the corner of his eye another small shard similar to what was found upstairs. Now forgoing his smokes he eagerly took his hand from his pocket and reached into his coat for a handkerchief. Slowly and carefully Paul reached down and picked up the small metallic fragment. 'Is this murder?.' thought Paul as a smile came to his face. Ultimately what he wanted was justice for the slain female, and he wanted to get it personally. After all, it was his niece that had been found deceased.
.....if i get enough people who'd like to see this story worked on more i can add to it, but I'm really fucking tired now. Not bad for an hour and a half and just writing off the top of my head.