Detective

When you have writers block and can't write crap ha ha

Gathered in the office, Wayne cleared his throat to start the meeting. All eyes upon him, he straightened his tie and grinned. In his left hand there was a baggie with a single hair inside, the outside marked EVIDENCE in bold red letters from a sharpie hours earlier. Behind the group of men in their chairs sat the convicted in the interview room. Only a wall to separate them.

Wayne cleared his throat, fixing his tie once again and adjusting his glasses.

"Gentlemen, behind us sits the man guilty of murdering Rayne Dutch in her living room on Elkwood Avenue." He paused," How do we know this? It's clear here. After the results we pulled from the DNA from the hair sample found at the scene, we find Jayden Rockwell guilty."

He ended his speech with a sly grin as everyone murmured amongst one another. Some nodded, some disagreed, whispering and chuckling.

Wayne turned, facing towards the glass separating them from Jayden while placing his palm upon the cold surface. His grin stayed, heart beating as his blood rushed to his head, feeling like the hero of the crew.

Like a knife through the heart, a member stood, six foot tall, blonde and stunning scoffed. She shook her head laughing.

"Honestly, Wayne. Use your head," She glanced around the room, "Gentlemen, excuse my interruption, but tell me. Does Jayden have a single hair on his head?"

The men mumbled, then shook their heads. The woman smiled.

"So how does one find a hair with their DNA on it if that certain one is bald and hairless?"

Silence throughout the room.

She laughed, "Who was the idiot who hired you Wayne?"

Silence through the room once again.

A gentleman stood, "I believe it was you ma'am."

Laughs filled up the silence as some men pounded on the desk.

"...Was I drunk that day, Brock?"