chapter 2

Gabe's boss, DI Sniper, a tall muscled man with a curly mound of hazel hair and ocean coloured eyes, peered down into a ditch. The sight that met his eyes almost made his pupils burn. The mangled body of an adult woman made itself visible through the mass of thorns and stinging nettles, which made their home down there. The woman's white t-shirt was now a shade of deep crimson, like red lipstick on a pale face. Although the frail body of a woman was noticeable, the dark blue trousers of a prisoner's uniform would've made anyone think otherwise. The top of the head was dented, making the matted hair dip down. Her face looked so peaceful, but had she have been alive, it would've been full of malice and bitterness.

The whole area leading off of the ditch was surrounded by a blue and white tape, indicating that it contained a crime scene. Bickering and chatter could be heard in the street over the presence of police and those who weren't chattering were being questioned by the police. Gabe was making his way back to Sniper, glancing at his notes on what people heard and saw. As he approached him, Sniper looked up.

"Well what have you got?" he asked, very intrigued to find any clues as to what happened. A smile appeared on his tanned face.

"Erm, the thing is, sir, no one saw anything," replied Gabe, knowing this would make the inspector unhappy.

"What?" Sniper's face turned from its normal content look to a state of horror, as he looked down at his sergeant.

"Well, no one saw or heard anything," Gabe explained.

Sniper narrowed is eyes, "You sure? How come? I mean if a murder is committed, surely someone heard something."

"Yes Sir, normally. But the question is why would anyone look out of the window when a certain superhuman Olympian is about to win his umpteenth Gold in a row. They'd all be looking at the TV on the edge of their seats."

The inspector crossed his arms and frowned, "Gabe, surely not everyone would be looking at the TV

Gabe's sighed,"Well, some would have been watching it. Others would've been in bed." He said, rushing to catch up with his boss who had walked the opposite direction in a mood. As he caught up, Gabe noted that Sniper was staring at someone. He was staring at a woman with grey roots that got covered up with red 3/4 of the way down and green eyes which stood out on her wrinkled face.

"Did you do her?" Sniper half asked half hissed to Gabe

Gabe shook his head

"Well hop to it then,"

The sergeant rolled his eyes and wandered up to her. "Hi, I was wondering if you could answer some questions," he said, hoping she would say yes.

The woman removed her clutch bag from the seat next to her, willing him to sit down, which he did.

"What's your name?" he asked, gently

"Clara" she answered in a strained voice "If it's about the murder, then I didn't do it, promise"

"I never said you did" he frowned at her. "Why did you jump to defence?"

She shrugged. Then she got out a list with some words on it. "You are never to trust the police. They either let you down or accuse you of things that aren't true" she read aloud.

Gabe searched the premises for Sniper, to ask him for assistance. Seeing no one, he decided to deal with it himself. "Well, who gave you that?"

"My son, Bobby. He's such a good little boy. And then one day, one of you inconsiderate lot put him away." she snapped the end bit.

"Maybe he deserved it. What'd he do?"

"He only killed three-" she was cut off

"Only? Only killed three people. Well that's not a lot is it" Gabe retorted sarcastically

"Three thousand, five hundred and seventy-five people, if you be so kind as to let be finish. It's not that bad. Helped with the over populating problem"

Gabe's mouth hung open, like his jaw had broken. "You son killed that many people and you want him to be free? What are you, a psychopath?" he jabbered

She glared at him, harshly, before snatching the bag and hobbling off.

Gabe scanned the area wildly, searching for his boss. 'Please, please help' he begged in his head.

Author's Note

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