DMT explains part 1....

"Murder? How could you tell from such little details?" The Deputy pouted.

"Indirectly right, Deputy," He got up and walked behind the car and towards where the burnt tire tracks started. "Its suggestive suicide; the tire tracks suggested that she paused here for a moment, probably crying thinking of a sad memory, or a painful experience. And then the tire tracks suggest a burst of rage, hate and a need to end her own life once and for all as the yellow truck seem to be there just for her,"

They walked back to the door. "The school skirt suggests either for a fetish service or she is barely 17 or 18. An emotional or confusing stage of life to be in. Which means only an emotional scar can cause such irrational effects. So Mr. Forn, What problems did you have when you were 17?"

"Me?" The Deputy stammered, erring the entire way.

"Just as I thought, you were so confused in that era you have no idea what issues you faced," MT reached over and popped the glove compartment and rummaged through the stuff.

Then he continued. "Differential diagnostic, this kind of fluid discharged found confirms that she has had a recent wild night. Stench of smoke from her blouse suggests that she has been in a pub, The smell of faint alcohol suggest that she has been drinking but was not drunk during death. Which means it was an event that happened after the pub that caused her to take her life,"

"What do you mean? how can you tell?" Deputy was brain dead.

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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...

DMT opens the pandora's box to a new case....

MT hit the snooze on his phone. Time to wake up for another day at work. He planted his feet on the wooden floor and cupped his face with his hands. Most of the night he tossed and turned trying to get some sleep but couldn't. What was in his mind that kept him awake.

The box. It seemed irrelevant, but it must be it. He opened the box and peered in it. "What in the hell?"

(part of the story...don't report me....:P)

"Is this some kind of joke?" A name card was on the bottom of the box. Blade's Slivery. "How is this going to help with the investigation?" Mac placed the box aside and turned up the police radio.

There seemed to be a disturbance in the police community. The words "pub", "cars", "suicide" caught his attention. He grabbed his trench and walked out the door...