The burnt room

Trisha had discover a room that had been burnt and had found two things that could help them on the case.

There was blood all over broken pieces of windows, blood on the creamy coloured couch and blood in the silver kitchen sink “Man” my partner muttered under her breath “Why so much blood?” she asked me while going through the mangled body, I let out a sigh and took my gloves off “Because” I began “The killer tried to hide the body by cutting it up into pieces but was to messy, so while he tried to hide the pieces he had likely got scared of the sirens and ran off throwing the arm at the window and smashed it.”  My partner Trisha stared at me with an annoyed expression “Ya know, that was a rhetorical question right?” I frowned “I know. What makes you think that I wouldn’t know?” she rolled her eyes at me “Well, you did answer that and-” before she could say more I had cut her off “Get back to work, we need to bring this back to the lab you know” I said like I was her boss. Wait, I AM her boss! Before letting my unprofessional mind take over I quickly went back to work and collected blood samples. As I collected blood samples Trisha had walked off into another room “Lia, you better take a look at this” I rose up and walked to the room she had walked into, as I entered I had saw nothing but black ashes and badly burnt items “Whoa” was all I could say in this situation “How come the police didn’t tell us about this?” Trisha asked me while standing next to me looking around the room “Well, they could have not check all the rooms or” Trisha turned to me “Or what?”  She asked “Or they could have wanted to keep this away from us city folk and investigate themselves” Trisha rolled her eyes. How doesn’t that hurt? I wondered “They wouldn’t do that. They wouldn’t be able to pull it off without the proper equipment anyway” She finished “I hate when your right” She smiled for once “You hate it when anyone is right” I put a new pair of gloves on “True. Now let’s do what we are the best at” She also had put on new gloves and started to look for any bones of flesh. After about ten minutes I had found something, and so had Trisha “What did you find?” She asked holding a plastic bag “Half burnt finger bones” I said “How about you?”  She lifted up the bag and all I could see was a big red ball which was a little burnt “I think it is a eye ball” I let out a big smile which had clearly scared Trisha “Why are you smiling?” She asked with a concerned voice “Because my little sister had finally found something other than a broken fingernail!” I squealed out hugging her tight “Oh brother” She had rolling her eyes. Well, I think she rolled her eyes. 

Author's Note

Please give me feedback on how to make the story better and ignore my grammar problems