"not about the murder"
its more the crime we should be worried about
As the detective ended a though day of work she received a phone call. “Detective Johnson, come here quickly there’s been a murder” said the shaky voice of her assistant Mr. Dudley.
“Where are you?” she asked
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“At Clarkson Street. in Islington it’s a women and she's covered in bleach” He said. As the detective drove in his car he turned on the radio to listen on the news. “Today an unidentified woman was murdered on the street” the commentator said. “And now we talk to a detective on the case”
“Detective Dudley what do you have to say”
“Of course we're being highly confidential about the case now but I can tell you that we don’t know the women’s name is and we have determined time of death to be three days earlier” Detective Dudley said. She sometimes was surprised how when he was talking to her he was shaky but when talking to the paparazzi he managed to keep his cool.
She reached the crime scene and flashed her badge as the guarding police officer. “So what’s the story?” she asked the forensic investigator at the crime scene.
“a young women probably 28-30 died three days ago cause of death unknown. No physical damage sustained except for a mark to the left side of her neck possibly a symbol imprinted by the killer”
“Get her DNA imported to labs. First priority is to find out cause of death and her identity”.
“oh and boss your gonna need a gas mask” said Dudley.She grabbed the mask, fitted the rebreather over her mouth and nose, and then pulled the straps tight. She walked towards the body and looked. It had been covered completely with bleach and rubbish whoever had killed this women didn’t want the cops or anyone to be able to go anywhere near her. The woman was young. She always hated it when the victim was young. She looked at the side of the neck and she saw a mark. It was written in Arabic. She would have to have that translated later. But for now she tried to find cause of death. She rolled the women over to her side. And saw that the women’s face was pale white with purple blotches. At first she thought it was the bleach but then she saw that the women hands were sprinkled with a weird substance like powder so she took a sample of the powder and took a few pictures of the body and the marks on her neck. So she walked up and said to her boss “Duds I’m going back to the office meanwhile keep this lot from getting a picture of that body” Gesturing at the paparazzi eagerly trying to break through the barriers so that they could be the first to take a picture of the dead body.
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