“As you can see, this was no ordinary death. If you look at the way the body is positioned, one can clearly see that this gentlemen did not die at this location. The body was moved from somewhere. Now the question is,” the woman detective took a deep breath rubbing her temples as she glanced down at the limp old man lying on the ground, “where did he die?”
“Why was his body moved in the first place? From that alone we can assume he was murdered.” The male detective paced with his hands clasped behind his back. He looked up at the crowd of police officers before him. “This poor old man must not have died from natural causes or even suicide… otherwise, why would someone move the body?”
“But we can’t prove that just yet. We are unsure of how the man died. There are no marks on his body other than a few scrapes from being dragged from one spot to another.” His partner countered. She pointed to a few spots on the man’s cold body and then inspected the ground around him. “I can’t even tell which direction his body came from.”
“We’re just going to have to wait for forensics and the coroner to arrive, that’s all.” The male detective clenched his hands into fists and placed them firmly on his hips as though he were Superman.
“Who found the body, anyway? Who called it in?” the woman stood up and scanned the crowd of police officers.
“A young woman called it in, Detective Deade.” One of the police officers raised his hand slightly to show that he was the one speaking.
“Who is this young woman? Is she still here for questioning?” Detective Deade pressed.
“Yes,” the officer dipped his head and turned around to walk away, “I’ll go get her.”
“Perfect!” Detective Deade clapped her hands together. “What do you think about all of this, Detective Phisher?”
“I find it a bit odd,” Detective Phisher stroked his chin, “we haven’t had a murder around here in years. So, I would like to think it wasn’t a murder. However, then there would be no reason for someone to move the body.”
“Maybe it’s a prank? Maybe someone found the body and moved it to fool with us.” Detective Deade suggested.
“If that’s the case, then we’re looking for a psycho who could potentially turn into a killer. That’s a pretty sick game to play, you know? Either way, we’re looking for a criminal.” Detective Phisher let out an exasperated sigh.
“Her name is Rhonda Wirer. She was the old man’s wife.” The officer came back with a petite old lady walking behind him. She looked around nervously, her eyes not meeting the gaze of either detective or her husband’s dead body.
“Let’s chat over here, shall we?” Detective Deade caught on to this and pointed away from the dead body.
“I understand that this is going to be a little difficult, but if you just answer all of our questions truthfully, then we’ll be able to figure out what happened to your husband.” Detective Phisher explained.
“Oh, I know what happened to Carl.” Rhonda rasped. She let out a cough and then glared at the two detectives standing before her. “He was murdered!”
“Please keep your voice down.” Detective Deade glanced over to the other police officers and a small crowd of citizens forming. They were now looking over at the two detective’s and Rhonda.
“Suppose he was murdered,” Detective Phisher believed he was murdered, but he didn’t want to admit anything to the public just yet. “How do you know he was murdered? Do you know who killed him?”
“I did,” Rhonda replied bluntly.
Detective Phisher and Detective Deade exchanged confused expression. Detective Deade had one hand on her gun in her holster while Detective Phisher folded his arms over his chest and stared the old woman down.
“Come again?” Detective Deade glared at the woman.
“Uh, I think we should continue this questioning down at the station, shall we?” Detective Phisher suggested. “It will be more private and we’ll have more time.”
“Yes, I think that’s a good idea.” Detective Deade agreed taking her hand off of her holster.
“If we leave, then how am I supposed to show you were I hid the body?” Rhonda questioned. “Besides, I said I was the one who killed him… I didn’t say anything about my moving the body. Whoever touched Carl after I killed him… well, I’ll kill them too!”
Detective Deade and Detective Phisher stared at the old woman with both their mouths hanging open.
“You can explain it all to us down at the station.” Detective Phisher decided.
“Then how are you going to catch whoever moved the body? They’ll be long gone by the time we finished questioning down at the station!” Rhonda complained.
“Wait, you make it sound as though the body was moved recently.” Detective Deade replied stopping Detective Phisher from walking away.
“It was. I only killed Carl about an hour ago. Someone must have moved the body recently. I called the police to tell them about the killing and right before you guys arrived, the body was in the middle of the street. I found the body, but not like that where it is now.” Rhonda explained calmly.
“We have an interesting case on our hands to say the least.” Detective Deade murmured to her partner.
“Officer Collins, please bring Rhonda Wirer down to the station for questioning. Hold her in the interrogation room. Detective Deade and I have a little more investigating to do out here.” Detective Phisher ordered.
“For not having a murder around here in a long time, we sure got stuck with an interesting one.” Detective Deade sighed.