Initially the amount of light available had only revealed the head and shoe of the victim and now that he considered it technically the head was still not really visible. From the other side of the bed the emaciated naked male torso was resisting the pulls of gravity by an eerie levitation of indecision towards his final destination.
The time elapsed from the moment of death had captured the victims last death throws in perpetuity with his other leg twisting up high behind his back and fragile arms reaching upwards towards the eponymous tunnel of light. This macabre illusion was completed by the dark purple post mortem staining and complemented the pale rigidity of his arms and legs in their final dance to the swinging disco light.
A dance which was oddly celebrated by the bucket still firmly attached to the victim’s head.
The professional part of his mind took immediate control and maintained a complete detachment from the surreal events unfolding. To the casual observer it would look like he had seen this many times before, whilst his subconscious started screaming that things were definitely not normal and maybe he should start screaming to.
The plastic bucket which adorned the man’s head was decorated with flowers of indiscernible origin and colours. It had been battered beyond recognition from the normal circular design into one of sharp angles and indents. The only other clue it had once been a bucket was the white handle precariously hanging to one side.
Examining it closer Wyse noted the edges of brown paper could be seen creeping down the neck of the man. The stench of vinegar filled the air. No doubt from the victim’s last meal Wyse surmised carefully placing a foot between the few scattered chips on the floor.
The bucket though was the coup de grace.
This would test the mettle of not only himself, but also more importantly his protégés and would make an extraordinarily appropriate first case. A multitude of questions flashed through his mind. Who was this gentleman? How did he die? Who, where or what was the murderer? What he needed was a modus operandi, some starting point.
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