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Post by objector on Jul 3, 2009 17:51:05 GMT
as she lit a ciggarette and inhaled deeply her mind not entirely on the case to hand ..at that moment her mobile rang
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Post by Sheriff Moto on Jul 3, 2009 17:53:43 GMT
It was just the superintendent indulging in some perverted heavy breathing. She decided to call the lab and ask for progress
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Post by maggie on Jul 3, 2009 20:31:31 GMT
The story so far ...
Detective Chief Inspector Williams was not a happy man. He hated his job and couldn't wait for his retirement. Then he would be able to do all the things he wanted, such as rearranging the contents of his neighbour's living room. He never did like that modern coffee table. He didn't like his neighbour either and now he's dead ...
C.I. williams had found his neighbour lying in his driveway with His skull caved in like a broken egg shell, beside him lay the broken pieces of the coffee table, covered in blood, but worse than that ...In his hand was a photo of Williams youngest daughter, Josephine, who ran away from home 12 years ago. Not a pretty sight is it he heard a voice say. Josephine was never a beauty sighed her father. Why do you say that about your own daughter? Because she takes after her mother, said the Chief Inspector. Turning to face the voice, but no one was there. the inspector shivered.. suddenly feeling chilled and apprehensive.
Sir! a voice he recognized called out. Detective sergeant Kingslake.
Over here sir..quickly...weve found another body under the shrubbery. Anyone you know asked Kingslake pointing to the lifeless body.
Williams bent down for a closer look at the lifeless body.
It's Eastridge! exclaimed Williams But he died inside replied Kingslake.
How do you know that? asked Williams.
Drag marks across the ground..,,hmmm your right he growled.
But why drag him outside? they both pondered.
Another one.............Williams and Kingslake turned to see Dr Clifford.
Dr Clifford was busy pruning scabs on his knees with shears. Any idea how long he has been dead asked Williams?
Hard to say.,.rigor mortis has not set in.............................yet. One thing i can say he was not killed here. One moment chaps...what are those marks on his hands? ...and there is a suspicious looking glossy magazine nearby, Said Clifford as they bent down to take a closer.
ello ello ello said a voice whats going on ere? It would appear to be "Cheese Fanciers Monthly", detective, and there's cheese everywhere, everywhere I tell ya!
First i find the body of David North my Neighbour. mean while back at the station...a phone call was received from Assistant Chief Constable Ford informing them there had been a national rancid cheese warning. tea shoppes were desperate, needing cheese for crackers
Assistant Chief Constable Ford went crackers after hearing the story
Why he asked was Williams in Charge when his [williams] reputation for solving crimes was almost nonexistent. DCI Deborah Lock is the officer I would put in charge. that wouldnt please the lads ..she is so pc. But i do admit she is a first class officer, who does not obsess with cheese during a murder investigation, likes nothing better than getting the wrong uns put away, Replied Detective Chief Superintendent Smith head of Westford CID replacing the hand set.
Detective Chief Inspector Deborah Lock was 35 unmarried and the only child of a retired Detective Inspector, a brilliant graduate of cambridge..the pride of hendon...with a great interest in profiling and since the death of her Russian hamster Lord Montebank, had dedicated herself to seeking justice for the dead. Detective Chief Superintendent Smith dismissed all talk of hamsters and got back to the important business of murder!
The sound of crashing glass came from the house......followed by a muffled expletive. DCS Smith sighed as the forensic scientist Dr Fiasco picked himself up. He always came in through skylight windows. moto fiasco has an almost pathalogical aversion to doors.. but was strangly drawn toward wooden tables...smallish ones. DCS Smith shouted at Moto Fiasco: "Call yourself a forensic scientist? You are destroying vital evidence man"!! DCS Smith began to think that DR MOTO Fiasco, was deliberately destroying vital evidence .... but why?
If Smiths suspicions were correct this could explain why the clear up rate for crime In the Westford Constabulary was sooooo slow...was moto fiasco really hampering dectection rates, was moto fiasco the phantom destroyer of evidence?
Dr Moto brought out a second hand evidence bag and pulled out a sandwich. DCS Smith saw a finger sticking out of it. smith did an inward shudder....is that a finger doctor he asked.....birdseyes best replied fiasco...i lurve fish finger butties. DCS Smith was suspicious. Birds Eye? More likely a link to her old arch-enemy, Don Tesco. Tesco well known to interpol for his connections and payments to unscrupuless governments from proffits made via cheap dogy imports.
After the evidence was collected, she decided to check up on the doc's background. Later that afternoon, Smith was not happy to discover that large amounts of money were deposited weekly in Moto Fiasco's bank, he would order DCI Lock to carry out a full investigation into fiasco finances.
In the meantime, back to the murder enquiry. Something a bit spooky going on here, thought Smith, as she lit a ciggarette and inhaled deeply her mind not entirely on the case to hand ..at that moment her mobile rang. It was just the superintendent indulging in some perverted heavy breathing. She decided to call the lab and ask for progress.
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Post by PeterL on Jul 3, 2009 21:20:30 GMT
Excellent over the weekend other comments permitting I will try to write a potted history of the characters backgrounds
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Post by maggie on Jul 4, 2009 7:13:54 GMT
Smith was surprised to hear Dr Fiasco's voice answer the phone because
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Post by PeterL on Jul 4, 2009 8:01:25 GMT
He was suspended and the lab security staff given strict orders that he was not to be allowed in
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Post by maggie on Jul 5, 2009 12:43:07 GMT
while the investigation went ahead into his financial irregularities and his habit of crashing through skylights.
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Post by Sheriff Moto on Jul 5, 2009 16:42:38 GMT
In the background she heard Dr Footbath's voice "Dr Moto's crazy! He has a gun"
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Post by PeterL on Jul 5, 2009 20:23:14 GMT
He is pointing it at himself and threatening to pull the trigger if his suspension is not lifted
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Post by skylark on Jul 6, 2009 12:23:20 GMT
Sighing, DCI Lock picked up the bottle of formeldehyde and held it to the light, saying "There, you silly boy!"
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Post by skylark on Jul 8, 2009 15:16:01 GMT
Oh dear, I seem to have killed this thread stone dead. In case you are all confused, Formeldehyde is a supension, which Lock lifted......
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Post by PeterL on Jul 8, 2009 15:32:09 GMT
Oh dear, I seem to have killed this thread stone dead. , which Lock lifted...... Not at all u have had to neglect the strory to do other things
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Post by PeterL on Jul 8, 2009 15:34:52 GMT
Sighing, DCI Lock picked up the bottle of formeldehyde and held it to the light, saying "There, you silly boy!" Now put that gun down before oneof us gets hurt
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Post by skylark on Jul 9, 2009 8:32:01 GMT
Everyone looked at the bottle, and a gasp went up as they saw, floating in the formeldehyde
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Post by objector on Jul 9, 2009 10:04:03 GMT
a finger..but not just an amputated finger..a finger with a large ring sporting a strange device centered on a huge amethyst
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