DMT: 1st Clue

"Oh no not him again," Said a guy in blue. Deputy Forn of the City's police force shook his head. He was a brave man, in a sense. But when someone as sharp as I am come in the scene, he does he's best to cover up.

"MT!" He forced a smile. "How have you been?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I walk on making him trail me instead.

"Well this is a minor issue, none of your concern Detective, so please be on your way,"

"You call that normal?" I pointed out. A Kelisa smashed into a bright yellow trailer. Metal bits everywhere, smoking engine that the fireman made sure would not blow, and a victim, bloody and not heaving left stuck in the driver's seat.

I walked on. But he rushed before me and tried to slip me a fifty . I look at him. "Deputy, I'm a private investigator. I work how I want and where I want, and even so I definitely earn more than you'll ever earn in a year. So take that fifty and wipe your arse with it,"

He was stumped. But enough about him. The scene was messy, the firemen just pried open the driver's door when i began to squat and look at the victim.

A lady, young, about 5'2" wearing what looked to be a mixture of a dressy blouse and a school skirt. I scanned looked to where the car came from. Straight skids came from afar. I touched her neck, she was warm. Probably dead for not more than 2 hours. I looked for an Id. A bludge in her skirt pocket did the trick.

The Deputy was back. "Detective! You are not allowed to disturb crime scene evidence, besides what's so special about this one? Girl depressed at work or life, decides to end life in the back of a yellow trailer,"

"Well unless she likes to get some before her debut suicide act, I'd say we've got more than just a suicide here,"
. . . TBC...