A Crime Scene
It was late at night by the time detectives Dick Andrews and Shirley Kelly pulled up to the address dispatch had sent them. Plain clothes officers had already cordoned off the house located in an upscale neighborhood. Dick and Shirley signed in with the officer stationed at the front door and quickly found their boss, Captain Tim Barnaby standing in the living room.
“What have we got, boss?” asked Dick asked he walked up to the Captain with Shirley right behind him.
“It’s a double homicide,” Captain Barnaby answered. “There’s one body here,” the captain said jerking his pen toward a body in the living room. The second body is out back on the deck. Take over for Numb-Nuts before he screws this up.” Numb-Nuts was detective Chris Smith who was looking for shell casing on the floor near the first body. Chris had a reputation for mishandling evidence and cases. “I’m going to take the wife of one of these guys to the office for questioning. She’s the only witness. Keep me posted.” The captain left.
Dick and Shirley walked up to Chris. “Captain wants us to take over, Chris,” Shirley said.
“Fine by me,” Chris said. “I just coming off shift.”
“Find anything?” Dick asked Chris.
“Okay, we’ll take over here,” Dick said. “Captain said there’s another body on the deck. Why don’t you go out there and start logging evidence?”
“Roger,” Chris replied as he turned and headed for the deck.
“Oh, and Chris,” Shirley said. “Make sure that second person is actually dead before you start going through the pockets.”
Chris answered with his middle finger. A few minutes later, Shirley and Dick were startled by the sound of a gunshot coming from the deck. Shirley and Dick looked at each other. “You don’t suppose that Chris…”
“He can’t be that stupid,” answered Shirley before Dick finished his question.
“Shit,” yelled Dick as he took off running toward the deck with Shirley right behind him. They found Chris laying on the deck on his back while holding his sides.
“He’s been shot,” Shirley yelled. They pulled Chris’ arms back searching for a gun shot wound.
“Wait a minute,” Chris said. “Look. He’s not shot. He’s laughing.
Finally, Chris inhaled. He pointed at Shirley and Dick. “You should’ve seen your faces,” Chris said as he tried to catch his breath. He laid back and continued laughing.
Shirley stood up and drew her service weapon. Chris stood up and faced her. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.
“I’m going to kill him. That was not funny. I swear I’ll kill him.”
“You can’t do that. He deserves it. But you can’t kill him. You’ll never get away with it.”
“Yes, I can. I’ll say it was an accident. You can back me up.”
Chris stepped closer to Shirley and held his hand oh her weapon. “Not here, Shirley. Too many witnesses.”
Shirley looked around. Several other officers were watching her and Chris.
“You’re right.” Shirley said. “Some other time, maybe.”